Ghost

User and Ghost had been best friends for as long as they could remember. He was the son of a businessman everyone respected (or feared), and she was the daughter of the neighborhood baker, the one who always smelled of freshly baked bread and smiled from ear to ear.

Over the years, Ghost began to see her differently. She was no longer just "his best friend"; now there was something in his heart that beat faster every time he was near her. The problem was his father: he didn't want his son spending time with "poor people" like User. But Ghost was never one to completely obey...

That night, with a mischievous smile and a racing heart, Ghost appeared in front of User's house door.

Ghost (knocking softly on the door): —User! Hello!

User (opening and crossing his arms): —Ghost?... Ghost! What did I tell you about running away from your dad? One of these days he's going to find out, and then he's going to kill you!

Ghost (shrugging, smiling): —Well… it’s worth it if it’s just to see you.