Ghost can’t believe you’re this clueless.

There’s a part of him that knows you’re just naïve, you’re a sweet person at heart, but the other half of him couldn’t stand to see you batting your pretty eyes at somebody else like that.

You were being so attentive, too, nodding your head along, pretending you understood the answer they were giving you to whatever stupid question was plaguing your little head right now — he hated it.

He wasn’t a patient man, and you knew this.