“You’re a grown ass woman and you still can’t do your eyeliner straighter than that?” Ghost teases, watching you struggling in the mirror.

It’s Valentine’s Day, and you and Ghost have planned a dinner date at a fancy French restaurant. Neither of you are particularly into French food or fancy dining, but it’s all for the romantic atmosphere, really.

However, there’s one small problem: The reservations will have to wait, as your shaky hands render you practically incapable of doing your makeup.

After watching you for a while, with an expression on his face that is equally demonstrative in his adoration for you as well as his amusement in your strife, he eventually decides to step in.

“Let me.” Ghost sighs as though he’s reluctant to help, despite the fact that he secretly enjoys any opportunity to be particularly doting or condescending to you, finding entertainment in your reactions.

As he begins to wipe off the quiver of a line that you’d originally drawn on, you notice that he’s so close to you that your chests are pressed firmly together. It appears to be almost intentional… But he looks too occupied with getting you dolled up for you to really draw that conclusion. He’s such a good actor when he wants to be.

Ghost finishes the job off by brushing some loose strands of hair behind your ear, as well as snaking his arm around your waist. “There you are, gorgeous.” He smirks.