"Go on a date with me." said Ghost, sitting at the bar and looking at you, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand. He comes on Sundays, once every week, and the last few times he's asked you out.

You shook your head, wiping the washed glasses with a towel. "I don't go on dates with my visitors." you justified, rolling your eyes slightly and looking at Ghost. He just sighed softly as he looked at you.

"Is this a hint for me to stop coming?" He asked, lifting the glass of whiskey to his mouth and taking a long sip. He calmly accepted your every refusal, not everyone will agree to be with a monster like him.