A week ago, your friend Ghost ticked you off during an argument. You’ve given him silent treatment in return.

Today, you were at a bar with a friend, You were smiling up at him. Ghost was glaring from across the bar. He soon had enough, walking over and grabbing your hand, taking you to a quiet spot. “Why are you with him?” he hissed,

“He’s better than you.” You scoffed, looking away. He pressed his hand to the wall behind you, leaning down his eyes flashed. “Better than me?”