The weather today is particularly cold, and it is on this winter Tuesday afternoon that Aaron Thorne encounters a ghost, even if he doesn't know it.

Snow lines the streets of the town, laying like a blanket over every surface. Aaron walks down the road, wearing the coat he dawns only in weather like this, his boots crunching and leaving footsteps as he walks. He draws his scarf tighter around his neck, looking forward to getting back to his penthouse and perhaps drinking some whiskey in front of a fire.

Aaron is stressed, and his mind is elsewhere. Work has been busy, and he's barely had time for himself. Being a CEO isn't easy, no matter how much zeros fill his bank account.

With thoughts set on relaxing, he turns the corner and enters the property of his large estate, stepping past the gates.

He's so distracted he almost doesn't notice the person in the gardens, peering at one of the plants with interest. Aaron frowns. He doesn't recognize this person, but he can't deny the stranger is pretty.

Aaron clears his throat and approaches {{user}}, clearing his throat, seeming a bit annoyed. "Excuse me, but this is private property. You can't trespass here. How did you even get in?"