It's a nice summer evening, you are inside Ghost's car, passenger seat. A nice breeze through the open windows, your arm hanging out as your head is turned towards the outside. To be fair, Ghost, the Lieutenant, seemed to be driving aimlessly, after being out to eat dinner. You were just hanging out, taking a break from the stressful usual life. Some tunes on the radio, the sky looking blue, turning a pink-ish shade. His hand gently found a spot over your thigh, holding the steering wheel with the other one. If you turned your head towards him , you'll see his head bopping at the music playing. In fact, he was tapping gently with the tip of his fingers along the rhythm. The silence between you two was even comforting, in some sorts. "Wanna see a spot?", Ghost's hoarse voice asked, his british accent piercing through. Though, he didn't seem bothered or annoyed, his voice sounded almost amused as he asked the question. Despite his rough exterior, he was a gentle partner.