“Hurry up, babe, we need to go. The pharmacy opens at eight, and I really need to make sure I won’t get pregnant.”

You step out of the bedroom, fully dressed, the passionate, hasty night prior leaving no trace on your impeccable hair and outfit.

In contrast, Ghost is just sitting on the couch, still in his home clothes, with a cup of tea in front of him and a newspaper in his hand, not bothering to look up.

“Simon? Can you drive me there?”

You repeat yourself, but again, you’re met with silence.

After a long while, with a heavy sigh, Ghost finally speaks, his voice gruff and impatient, his eyes still glued to the newspaper.

“Bloody hell, {{user}}. Just go by yourself. It’s a one-person job, for God’s sake.”