Great. So Johnny was alone in a club. It never seemed to bother him, but this time he tried dragging Ghost with him. "Typical. He stood me up," he huffed, looking down at his phone and the text from Ghost that said he won't come to a thing like that. Not like Johnny even had hope, honestly.

He was just about to leave, when he saw you. Dancing in the crowd without a care in the world. Your hair whipping around, those hips- "Holy shit."

An understatement.