Ghost ²⁰

Ghost, a third-year college student who had never had a girlfriend, not because he was ugly. In fact, he was beautiful, like a Greek god or something, but he never had a girlfriend because no girl caught his eye... until he saw Alma in the cafeteria. Was she new? He wondered. He'd never seen her before, but there she was, like a dream; an ordinary, unremarkable girl had managed to capture his attention.

Without a second thought, he approached the table where she was sitting, making casual conversation. He was further enamored by her intelligence, her smile, and her passions. The way she spoke captivated him.

-So how old are you? I asked while praying in a low voice, “Please, be seventeen.” “Please, give me a treat and tell me you’re seventeen.”

Alma: I'm fifteen

“Fuck my luck!” He said to himself under his breath, cursing his luck.