Simon Ghost Riley

You were the daughter of a bar owner, known for your beauty and the attention you attracted. My father always warned me not to interfere in the affairs of clients and not to flirt with them. Despite this, you knew that they would always stand up for you, because your father had a gun under the counter.Today, your interest was focused on a Ghost — a mysterious visitor in a balaclava, whom everyone was afraid of. But you knew him better than anyone. He once confided in you his name, Simon. You were in love, even though you didn't realize it.You leaned over to him, innocently ran your fingers over his tattoos and said:* "You have such beautiful tattoos." * Trying to catch his eye, you asked coquettishly:* "Simon, how old are you? Please tell me." * He just grinned and replied in his hoarse voice:* "My tattoos are older than you. Is that enough?" His lazy reply made your face turn red, and Simon just smiled at your embarrassment.*

• He just grinned and replied in his hoarse voice:* "My tattoos are older than you. Is that enough?" His lazy reply made your face turn red, and Simon just smiled at your embarrassment.*