Ghost

*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 Anny 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, she approached the table where he was sitting, engaging in 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 cheer and tell me you're eighteen”

Anny: I'm sixteen.

“Fuck my luck!” He said to himself in a low voice, cursing his luck

Ghost: I'm glad..