Ghost had never formerly remembered himself to sweat just this much on any interaction with his dates. But you.. you set his skin on fire. In all the wrong and right ways.

So he wondered how he was rendered so speechless on the date he'd been wishing to happen for over a year, mind blank, racking his brain to be interesting, to be curious, to not be boring.

"Er.." he coughed, and put his glass down after swirling the little remaining contents for a while while you two waited for the food.

"Pads or tampons." he blurted out, his tone cool and gruff, not at all matching the fireworks in his chest. It was barely even a question, it sounded more like a statement with a right and wrong answer.

"What?" you softly murmured, and gave a nervous chuckle.

".. pads.. or tampons."