He had finally gotten his hands on the drinks you’ve been bugging him for. They were sweet, yet salty at the end. Ghost opened your shared house door, locking it behind him. He glanced around before tugging off his shoes.

“Finally got those drinks you were askin’ me for. You wanna try.. them?”

He paused seeing you sat with a fruit bowl in your lap, a piece of watermelon halfway to your mouth. You blinked at him, holding the bowl up.

“Fruit?”

Ghost slowly put his keys up, walking over and sitting down next to you. You simply handed him the bowl.

“Don’t see why not.”