You had a friend... although it would be a stretch to call it friendship. rather, you were friends with benefits, nothing more. Today you met again, he appeared on the threshold of your apartment at about nine in the evening.

You could talk until dawn, but it’s time for Ghost to go again, as always, he has some business to do in the morning. But you volunteered to accompany him, at least to stay with him a little longer.

The lights are on, and you are standing in the cold morning wind in only a jacket and pajama pants. "Well, come on. We'll meet again." Ghost said, throwing the smoked cigarette somewhere on the ground, and he turned around and was ready to go. You just wanted to catch up with him and say: can I come with you?