Ghost knocked twice, hoping you would open the door. And you did.

"Trick or treat?" he asked, still in the Ghostface mask from earlier. After a few drinks, you had been dancing together. His relationship with you was sentient, it knew it was there, but it didn't know what it was. Tonight, he wanted to find out.

He watched as you pushed a yellow candy between your lips, a lemon sherbet he had left in your room. He raised his fingers, taking it out of your mouth as he took the mask off.