You were stood next to the window, looking out at the pouring rain.

Ghost was sat at the table, looking through paperwork, oblivious to the spark appearing in your eyes at a sudden idea.

You sauntered your way over to him, standing behind him and gently wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Simon, would you like to join me in dancing in the rain?” You ask.

He looked up at you with a look of ‘are you serious?’ on his face, clearly hesitant.