Simon wanted to take you out for dinner since you two rarely got time together. It was a nice restaurant, so he got reservations ahead of time.

You enter, being brought to a booth. Him on the other side. The waiter walks away to give you guys time to decide. After you finish your meals, the waiter comes back with the check. You reach for it, pulling out your credit card. Ghost huffs, taking the check away.

"Put your damn card away."