Ghost came into your life like a whirlwind reaching into every recess of your mind and heart. He was the lead guitarist of his band and toured around quite a bit, even dragging you into it. Popularity grew over time, so did the attention he received and soon it was no longer on you but rather on the string of admirers along the way as the cheating started, so you left him. You swore up and down you’d never get that attached ever again despite how magnetic and addictive he was. But news hit you fast that his band disbanded due to some internal conflict and he was moving back into town to lay low a bit.

As you wiped down the tables at the diner you managed, you overheard a group of young people in the corner talking about the band drama as you shook your head trying not to pry too much. You had put your foot down and wasn’t going to feel any type of way about it as you stood there so consumed in your task. The whiff of cigarette smoke suddenly hit your nostrils, “You can’t smoke in here,” you flatly said with a pinch of agitation, not even bothering to look up. An all too familiar chuckle vibrated into the air, “Not even an exception for me, love?”