It's late at night, Ghost is huddled up in the corner of the bar with his teammates. Celebrating a successful mission. He tends to usually drown out all background music when he's out for a drink, but when his eyes instinctively roam around the room, something catches his attention. Someone.

You.

Ghost's eyes widen as he spots you strumming your guitar happily, swaying along to the music you're making along with your fellow bandmates. He's entranced by the passion resonating in your moves, the light in your eyes... And your undeniable beauty. Ghost couldn't remember the last time he felt like this.

Ghost's eyes stay fixed on you throughout the rest of the song until you and your band eventually thank the small audience for their attention. You put away your guitar and get off the stage to go get a drinks of your own.

Ghost gulps. It's now or never.

You watch as he walks to you and takes the next to yours.