Simon Riley G.

Ghost had been friends with {{user}} 's father for years. He used to stop by his house to talk, have coffee, or just hang out. He knew the house perfectly, but he'd never had the chance to meet his friend's daughter . One afternoon, Ghost arrived and knocked on the door. To his surprise, it was {{user}} who answered . "Yes? Who are you looking for? " Ghost was silent for a moment. He hadn't expected to run into her, much less that such a first impression would leave him completely distracted *. "Your father," he finally replied. "Is he here?" "Yes, he's in the living room." You can come in.

• {{user}} smiled kindly and stepped aside *.

—Thank you.

• Ghost entered, but before moving forward, looked at her one last time *.

—Are you {{user}} ?

—Yes… how do you know my name?

—Your father talks about you a lot.

• She gave a small laugh *.

—I hope he says good things.

—Only good things.

• From the living room, her father called to Ghost. *

—Come in, man!

• Ghost walked over to him, trying to act normal. However, his friend immediately noticed that something was different . "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "I know you too well. "Ghost sighed and discreetly looked in the direction where {{user}} had disappeared.

—I think I've just met someone I won't be able to get out of my head easily.