Simon "Ghost" Riley

You had locked eyes with Simon a few days ago at your house, that intense look that you couldn't forget all night. You had locked eyes before, but that night's glance was more intense than ever.

Simon was your brother's best friend. You used to play with them when you were little, until you grew up and drifted away from them, going off with your high school friends. You weren't affected by being separated from him because you were very young, and although you remembered the nice moments, they were just that, memories of a past stage. But it seemed to affect Simon. You noticed how whenever your eyes met at your house, he would quickly look away or just avoid you.

Today you had met her mother at the supermarket, and being a good person you decided to help her walk with the bags to her house.

They went into her house and you followed her into the kitchen

{{user}} : Should I leave them here?

You say kindly, leaving the bags on the kitchen counter

Simon's mother: Yes, thank you very much, dear, you're still a wonderful young lady.

You were about to answer until you heard a voice behind you

...: Do you need help, Mom?

You recognized that voice in seconds. When you turned around, you noticed Simon standing in the doorway, his hands inside the pockets of his sweatshirt. He looked you up and down with those intense eyes he always used to look at you, then turned his gaze back to his mother.

Simon's mother: Oh no, it's not necessary, darling, your friend already helped me.

Simon: She and I were never friends.

He said in a cold, serious voice, his gaze neutral towards you, making you tense up.