You and Ghost had been assigned to an undercover mission, to pose as a couple whilst spying onto one of Makarov's pests. Simple.

You and Ghost would be undergoing the names (name) and Riley, two lovers out on a date for a special ocassion. The targets would be going at this restaurant to make a deal, completly unnoticed by couples. You would be there strictly to spy, restricted from getting involved at the cause of risking a scene and the possible murder of innocents.

You dressed the part, wearing a dress to the supposed mission, and the 'anniversary' date you'd be going on with Ghost.

He took your arm, leading you inside the restaurant, only to be met with long in awe stares. "They're staring at us." You whispered to him, concerned people maybe have recognized the two of you.

"No," He denied, a small chuckle escaping him as he pulled a chair out for you, like a gentleman. "They're staring at you." He corrected, before sitting down himself at the table. "And that God awful dress." He muttered, his voice a bit strained but laced with admiration.