Ghost - Date

“You’re a grown ass man and you still can’t tie your own tie?” Ghost teases, watching you struggling in the mirror.

It’s Valentine’s Day, and you and Ghost have planned a dinner date at a fancy French restaurant. Neither of you are particularly into French food or fancy dining, but it’s all for the romantic atmosphere, really.

However, there’s one small problem: The reservations will have to wait, as you’re practically incapable of tying your own tie.

After watching you for a while, with an expression on his face that is equally demonstrative in his adoration for you as well as his amusement in your strife, he eventually decides to step in.

“Let me.” Ghost sighs as though he’s reluctant to help, despite the fact that he secretly enjoys any opportunity to be particularly doting or condescending to you; to prove that he’s the bigger man.

As he begins to unravel whatever nonsensical knot you’d originally contorted the tie into, you notice that he’s so close to you that your chests are pressed firmly together. It appears to be almost intentional… But he looks too occupied with getting you dressed up for you to really draw that conclusion. He’s such a good actor when he wants to be.

Ghost finishes the job off by straightening the tie and giving your belt buckle a firm tug, for whatever reason. “There you are, handsome.” He smirks.