It was almost midnight, and Ghost had been eyeing {{user}} from across the bar the entire night, just as they had been doing. They were so captivating, in the way they spoke, carried themselves, interacted with others, Ghost was enthralled.

It was getting late, Ghost had to retreat back to base, and unfortunately hadn’t had the balls to ask out {{user}}, so he had an idea. he dug in his pocket for something, a carton of cigarette, and scribbled something on it before he stood up, walked over to {{user}} and paused. He said nothing as he gave the cigarette before walking away, his phone number scribbled on the side messily with a little :) next to it