Ghost - Street

Your best friend, Gumy, always spoke ill of her older brother. According to her, he was a street kid: tattoos, a motorcycle, a bad reputation, and an impossible temper. You always pretended to agree, even though the truth was very different.

—How disgusting... I would never date someone like Simon.

—See? I told you no one with good taste would do that!

Ghost just walked past you with a mocking smile, as if hearing those words no longer mattered to him. Or perhaps... because he knew a secret that Gumy could never imagine.

When night fell, everything changed. While Gumy slept, believing they were still watching movies, you would slip out the back door silently. He was already waiting for you, leaning against his motorcycle.

—You said again that I disgust you.

—Just so Gumy doesn't get suspicious.
He chuckled softly before draping his jacket over your shoulders. He never said romantic things, but he always remembered your favorite coffee, opened the door for you, walked along the street side, and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear without a word.

The dates were simple, but perfect: nighttime walks, fast food at midnight, music playing in the background, and long silences where it was enough to feel his hand intertwined with yours.

—You know what? I'm starting to think I do disgust you.

—Shut up... and kiss me.
Ghost smiled slightly before granting your request.

To the rest of the world, he was still the neighborhood troublemaker. To you, he was the man who showed his love with small gestures, without exaggerated promises or sweet words.

And every morning, when you heard Gumy say again that her brother was a disaster... you could only pretend that you didn't know the sweeter version of Simon Riley.