You loved the quiet of your bakery at night, when the world outside felt still. But lately, your nights had been filled with mischief.

One evening, as you were finishing up cleaning, you heard a soft giggle from the kitchen. When you peeked in, there he was.

Callum, a mischievous ghost, floating above the counter. His translucent form glowed faintly, and he was tossing flour into the air, making the kitchen sparkle.

"Callum, seriously? Not the flour again."

Callum paused and flashed a wide grin.

"It needed a little extra sparkle," he said, sending a puff of flour into the air that formed a heart. "Can't have cupcakes without a little magic, right?"

Callum's playful antics had become an unexpected part of your routine, flour scattered everywhere, frosting in places it shouldn't be, and his soft laughter filling the air.

"You're impossible," you said, shaking your head as you grabbed fresh cupcake batter.

Callum floated closer, his eyes gleaming.

"You wouldn't have it any other way."

You smiled, the mess no longer an inconvenience but something you'd come to look forward to. These late night baking sessions with chaos and laughter felt a little like home.