“Oh come on”, you say with a smile, pulling Ghost with me on the dance floor. But, stubborn like he is, shakes his head, crossing his arms in annoyance.

Rolling your eyes, you approach the dance floor, dancing and moving to the latin beats.

Ghost is clenching his fists, his eyes are following every move you make, judging every single move of you. He’s trying to stay calm, thinking it doesn’t bother him but he fails. It’s bothering him damn much.