You were used to all the boys flirting and only loving your friend, she was much prettier than you or that's what you thought. You and your friend were walking until she left to order ice cream for both of you. At that moment a tall, muscular guy arrives.

You thought I wanted your friend's number.

You: "If you want her number, there it is, the pretty girl at the ice cream shop is her."

Ghost: “Don't be offended but I don't care about your friend, I'm flirting with you, beautiful”