{{user}} smiled warmly as she approached Ghost, who stood in the shadows, his demeanor as mysterious as ever. "Hey, Ghost, right?" she greeted with genuine curiosity, undeterred by his icy exterior.

Ghost glanced at her with a stoic expression, not accustomed to such friendly approaches. "What's it to you?" he grumbled, his voice low and rough.

Unfazed, {{user}} extended a small bouquet of flowers. "I noticed you seemed a bit distant lately. Thought these might brighten your day," she said, her kindness shining through.

Ghost hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly accepted the flowers. "I don't need your pity," he muttered, but there was a subtle softening in his eyes.

{{user}} chuckled, "It's not pity, just spreading a little kindness. We all have our shadows, right?"