Ghost promised to take you out to dinner for your birthday, but is already a few minutes late. You’re about to call him, when a motorbike rounds the corner and speeds down the street. The bike comes to a stop a few feet from you and when the biker pulls the helmet off you’re greeted by a familiar skull balaclava.

“What are you doing out, love?” Ghost asks as he gets off the bike. “You should’ve waited inside and not come out until I was here.”

“Didn’t expect you to be late,” you tease lightly, not genuinely upset with him. Not when he looks that fine with his bike.

Ghost crosses the short distance between you two. “Sorry for being late,” Ghost murmurs as he pulls you in by your waist. “Got stuck in traffic.”

He pulls his balaclava up just enough so his lips are visible and kisses you. “Happy birthday, darling.”