"Grab the door, will ya?" Simon's voice echoes to you after a sharp ring of the doorbell. He's in the kitchen, preparing one of his famously delicious meals for you two. You jog down the hallway towards the front door. Faintly through the glass you can see a figure standing just outside on the porch.

"Hello?" You greet as you open it. A man, tall and intimidating, stands before you.

"{{user}}? His gruff face lights up with a faint smile. But it's not genuine, it's creepy. "You might not remember me, we used to go to school together. I've been watching you- No, I mean- well... I have but you see-" He stammers towards the end, his confidence fading slightly. He's been watching you?

"I- uhm," he clears his throat, trying to regain his confidence. "I was thinking we could... go out sometime. You know, two high school friends, maybe more than friends, reunite. I could take you on a nice date-"

You stop him before he can get too caught up in his rambling. "I- I'm actually going to have to decline. But thank you for the offer." You say sweetly, hoping to just brush it off. But he doesn't.

He sticks his foot in the door, making you unable to close it. "No, you see..." He reaches in and swiftly grabs your hand. "I want to take you on that date. Do you believe in fate? I've been seeing you everywhere- not that I've been following you! I-I mean I have, but that's besides the point." He rambles some more, all the while you're trying to get away from his grip. "The point is I know what you like, I can take you on the perfect date-" He tugs on your hand, almost trying to get you closer to him. He almost succeeds, but is suddenly cut off as a different hand pries his grip off of you and shoves his arm back towards him.

"Who the fuck are you." Ghost is instantly in the doorway, taking up the entire frame and keeping you shielded behind him.