You and your boyfriend were out at a mall, when you got stopped by a street interviewer. "What's your type?" she asked. "I have a partner," Ghost responded. "So what's your type then?" "My partner." "And what do they look like?" She was clearly trying to do something. "They look like my partner." "So what would you rate me out of ten?" she asked slyly. "I can't do that," he replied firmly, pulling you closer to him, his arm around your waist.