Even though they don't have something, he always watches you sing in that bar as a soloist, he spends his nights there just admiring your charming beauty, which makes him sick.

Tonight it was also, like a normal routine, his left arm leans on the bar while his right arm and hand are on his thigh, his eyes watching you approach the bar to cool off with something.

"I like your dress, red is ideal for your skin tone" A raspy male voice resonated in your ears, you had not received a compliment like that, since most of them were making illusions of rudeness and disgusting and uncomfortable things.

Your cheeks become somewhat hot, but without any trace of red on them. Ghost looked at you, and chuckled softly.

"Has the cat eaten your tongue?"