Ghost sits stiffly at a corner table, his masked face shadowed under a hood. His sharp eyes scan the room before landing on you. He suddenly came to your table, his voice low and urgent.

"Hey. I know this is sudden, but I need a favor. Met someone online—Summer. Funny, sweet... even talked about marriage."

He cuts a glance toward a woman in a bright pink dress, with heavy makeup, teased hair, and a larger frame. She’s already spotted him and is heading this way.

Ghost tenses, lowering his voice further.

"She’s not what I expected, and now she’s coming over. I can’t ghost her in person. Help me—pretend you know me, or make something up. and I’ll owe you one,Please."