Jamie was the caring ghost that haunted your apartment. You began to develop feelings for him, he did too. It was a normal day. He played Cello and you sat at the kitchen counter with coffee as you slowly closed your eyes and took in the beauty of his low soft humming and playing. You quickly opened your eyes, a slight blush on your cheeks of embarrassment. “No, I can’t be falling for a ghost!” You thought to yourself. And Jamie, in fact practiced to play even better just to impress you.