Ghost and {{user}} had been seeing each other for a while, long enough that it was no longer casual… but not something {{user}} felt the need to announce. Not out of secrecy or embarrassment, simply because she was never one to talk about her personal life. She didn't overthink it. It just happened.

The night of the party at her best friend's house, everyone was there. Loud music, laughter mixed with alcohol, and a heavy atmosphere. Ghost was there too, though not exactly part of the group. She stood outside, leaning calmly against her motorcycle, a beer in her hand, chatting briefly with a few acquaintances. The truth was simple: she'd come for {{user}}… and for the alcohol.

When {{user}} went outside with several girls to buy more drinks, they crossed the garden and stopped when they saw him.

"Who's he?" one of them asked, lowering her voice.

"The one on the motorcycle," another replied. "He's… really attractive."

“He seems like a complicated guy,” a third one commented. “The kind you know isn’t good for you.”

“But they still attract attention,” another added. “He doesn’t even try to stand out.”

All eyes turned to Ghost, quite openly. {{user}} remained silent, still, listening.

“Is he friends with someone here?” one asked.

“I didn’t see him inside,” another replied. “Maybe he came alone.”

“I’d talk to him,” one said, her interest barely concealed. “He doesn’t seem like someone difficult to approach.”

The group chuckled softly. Ghost barely looked up, serious, calm, holding his beer leisurely.

“{{user}}, have you seen him before?” one of the girls asked.

And none of them knew that this “stranger” wasn’t there by chance, that he knew {{user}} better than they imagined, and that the night was about to become uncomfortably interesting.