Ghost liked this café just down from this apartment. Usually he'd order a Yorkshire tea and it would come with a free biscuit, but if he was feeling a lack of energy he order a simple coffee if he was also in a rush. However, when he went this morning to the cafe it was busier than usual. All seats were taken and there was a queue to order drinks. He groaned and rolled his eyes to find a seat to sit somewhere, fuckin tourists..

His gaze lands on a small table hidden at the far side of the café with a singular person at a table for two, you. He slowly walked over and stood over you, trying to get your attention whilst you wore your headphones, blasting music through them during your sketching in your journal. When he did get your attention, he pointed down to the spare chair at the table.

"Can I sit here?" He asked, not so much in a polite tone but his demeanour made you let him sit there. His body almost covered in head to toe of clothes except from the small amount of skin above his face mask.