It started with a bingo game.

Your grandmother, a relentless matchmaker, met her best friend at their weekly bingo night, and somewhere between the numbers being called and the tea being poured, they decided their grandkids were perfect for each other. You protested. She ignored you. Next thing you knew, you had a blind date set up with Simon Riley—her friend’s grandson.

You didn’t expect much.

Sitting in a quiet London café, you checked your phone for the tenth time. He was thirty minutes late. Figured. Maybe he wasn’t interested either. Maybe he’d bailed, and you’d have the satisfaction of telling your grandmother I told you so.

Then, the door opened.

A tall man in a black hoodie stepped inside, shaking off the London chill. Sharp eyes, stubble, and a warm, almost amused smile as he spotted you.

“Sorry ‘m late,” he said, voice rough but friendly. “Traffic was hell.”

You blinked. You’d expected… something else. Someone gruff, distant—maybe even reluctant. But Ghost? He looked at you like he was genuinely glad to be here.

And suddenly, you weren’t so sure this was a bad idea after all.