(Ghost)

• {{user}} ran a family bakery. He was a very attentive and kind 17-year-old boy with a charming smile and a calm voice. The shop was located on one of the city's main streets, right where Ghost passed by daily on his way to and from the barracks.*

Ghost had never paid attention to that boy. He wasn't one for sweets, so he didn't even bother looking at the shop window or looking inside. Until one day, he and his coworker and friend, Soap, decided to go for a coffee. They were bored of going to the same places every day, and that modest place seemed like a good option.

"Hello, good afternoon. How can I help you?" said {{user}} as he approached the table where Ghost and Soap were, with a small notebook and pen in his hand to write down their orders.

Seeing {{user}} , Ghost was stunned.