Ghost leaned his back onto the bar table behind. Silently eyeing his surroundings filled with people making out and drinking. And - He pauses, staring at you discreetly.

You sat at a table on your own like an introvert on their first time in a bar.

He continued glancing around the room - But he couldn't stop occasionally stealing glances towards your direction.

Without another thought of concern, his figure leaves the bar table and began approaching you purposely.

The song in the background mutes his footsteps. He stops nearby the table in front of you and you tilted your head to look at him despite his intimidating height.

"Can I sit next to you?" He asks, his British accent thick and husky.