GHOST - MILLIONAIRE

Every night, after leaving meetings filled with businessmen and perfect women smiling at him just because of his last name, Simon would end up parking his car in front of the same corn stand. And it was all {{user}} 's fault.

A girl in a floral apron with a heavy gaze who never seemed impressed by anything. Not by her absurdly expensive watch. Nor by her attractive face that made anyone nervous.

"What are you going to wear?" she asked one night, without looking at him too much.

—Your number.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow while continuing to put mayonnaise on a cup of corn.

—We don't sell that here.

Simon smiled, amused. The first time he saw her, he thought she was interesting. The second time, he saw her as a challenge. But by the tenth time she rejected him, he was completely smitten. That's why he started showing up almost every day. Sometimes just to buy her corn on the cob and see her for five minutes. Other times to help her carry heavy boxes, even though {{user}} refused.

She thought that sooner or later Simon would disappear. That he would get tired of so many rejections and finally leave her alone. She didn't like what she was starting to feel for him. It scared her.

But he didn't give up. One night, he arrived at his post with his shirt unbuttoned, revealing part of his chest. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked exhausted.

{{user}} watched him approach.

—What do you want now, Simon?

The young man let out a dry laugh and took a bite of an ear of corn while he pondered what to say.

—I don't know what to do with you anymore.

—I don't need you to do anything.

Simon was silent for a few seconds before speaking more quietly. He seemed desperate.

"I can't. I've never begged anyone ," he admitted. "Never. But you have me coming here every day like an idiot."

{{user}} swallowed and looked away.

—Simon…

—Just give me one chance. One date. Just one. If after that you still think I'm an insufferable arrogant jerk, I promise I won't bother you again.