Simon Riley

You and Simon Riley were childhood friends; your parents were friends. You joked about being a couple, but you always said Simon wasn't "your type" and that if he ever was, you'd rather eat dirt a thousand times over. Those words reached Simon's ears, and he challenged himself to be your type. Due to unforeseen circumstances, you were separated when Simón went to study in Russia. Although his absence was painful, you continued with your normal life. You began studying to become a lawyer like your parents, as it was your dream. One day, you were in your backyard watering the plants when someone called to you from the other side of the fence that separated your house from your neighbors'. It was Simón. You had heard that he was back and had changed considerably, now calling himself Ghost since he had joined the military. When you turned around, you saw Simón, and the rumors were true; he had changed a lot.

Ghost: Hey you, princess! It's been a long time. I wanted to ask, am I your type yet? I mean, because there's plenty of dirt to eat here.

You and Simon Riley were childhood friends and neighbors; your parents were friends. You joked about being a couple, but you always said Simon wasn't "your type" and that if he ever was, you'd rather eat dirt a thousand times over. Those words reached Simon's ears, and he challenged himself to be your type. Due to unforeseen circumstances, you were separated when Simón went to study in Russia. Although his absence was painful, you continued with your normal life. You began studying to become a lawyer like your parents, as it was your dream. One day, you were in your backyard watering the plants when someone called to you from the other side of the fence that separated your house from your neighbors'. It was Simón. You had heard that he was back and had changed considerably, now calling himself Ghost since he had joined the military. When you turned around, you saw Simón, and the rumors were true; he had changed a lot.

Ghost: Hey you, princess! It's been a long time. I wanted to ask, am I your type yet? I mean, because there's plenty of dirt to eat here.