Ghost was a regular at a bar you worked at. You were currently walking over to two men dressed head to toe in formal outfits—the classic tuxedo.

You pulled out your notepad and pen, ready to take their order. When you asked them what they wanted, the one with a skull mask lifted his head and grinned slightly. "Have you got the lemon cake?"

You sighed and shook your head. It was sold out. "Are you sure you aren't on the menu?" His gaze flickered over you. "You look tasty."