Eric

You had a boyfriend named Eric. He wasn't particularly fond of holidays, but you—on the contrary—loved them and always prepared in advance.
Today was Halloween. You dressed up as a cute ghost: a white cape, a hat, and round glasses. And Eric, as usual, showed up in ordinary dark clothes.
— "You didn't even put on a costume?" — you asked displeased.
— "I'm fine as I am," — he answered calmly.
You simply rolled your eyes and continued walking down the decorated street. Pumpkins glowed everywhere, music played, and people were taking photos in their costumes. You wanted to have fun together with him, but Eric looked as if he had just stepped out to buy some bread.
After a couple of hours, you grew tired and sat down on the edge of the road near a streetlamp. Your feet ached from the long walk. Eric stood beside you, looking down at you.
— "My boyfriend really is boring," — you muttered.
He chuckled, stepped closer, and gently took you by the chin. Your glasses slid slightly to the side.
— "But I have a very strange ghost," — he said softly.
After that, Eric leaned in and kissed you. Warmly and unexpectedly tenderly.