You always liked Simon Riley, the Ghost of the team. Everyone told you, you should give up on trying. No. Nobody else had ever caught your eye.

You held up a rose, a warm smile on your face.

"Sorry, i'm not ready." Ghost said; dryly, after six months of you trying every month.

You just smiled, and gently cut the stem off, placing the rose behind his ear; tucked in. "It's okay, i'll wait.."

He hated to admit, but he was admiring how patient you were for him.