Ghost leaned back against the counter behind you as you stood in a robe, applying your makeup.

He was silent, crossing his arms in annoyance at having to be there, rolling a makeup brush between his fingers. He was unsure if you'd fit the role, having only ever seen you in uniform.

Stretching lightly, you stood up to slip on your heels, pulling off the robe to expose the little black dress you wore.

He went still, staring at you with wide eyes. The makeup brush clattered to the floor.