[color=silver][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/395702214741458944/397125043353550872/Post_1.png[/img]  [img]https://data.whicdn.com/images/262189638/original.gif[/img][indent][sub][right][@Dirty Pretty Lies][/right][sub][sub][hr][/sub][/sub][/sub][/indent][h2][b][color=95A99B]G H O S T[/color][/b][/h2][indent][hr][/indent][/center][indent][indent]It took Ghost a second to even realise there was anyone stood near him, never mind [i]talking to him[/i]. He quickly slipped his earbuds out, fingers fumbling to pause the music before he looked up finally, piecing together whatever he'd managed to register as words. It was none other than Marissa Guerrero de Massy; someone he didn't need a gossip blog to know a good few things about. The two were classmates last semester, sure, but he'd expected her to be anywhere other than talking to the one guy who'd barely said a full sentence to her for the time they'd spent in class together. Still, she was probably one of the few people he'd met who was worth talking to, so he wasn't about to reject her offering to actually occupy the same space as him. Or, y'know, something that sounded a lot less borderline beta male creepy than that. [i][color=95A99B]Now I know why I don't keep journals.[/color][/i]

[b]“[color=95A99B]Wouldn't be opposed to it.[/color]”[/b] He responded, gesturing to the space next to him as his eyes flickered to the hot chocolate in her hand, taking note of the Sprinkles label. [b]“[color=95A99B]That a plain old hot choc? It's better with syrup. Orange or mint.[/color]”[/b] Of course, he had to hold himself back from going down the entire menu in his head and pointing out the little sides and extra sauces and syrups that would enhance each drink or food item. Even if he hadn't worked at Sprinkles Café for that long, he'd made a little game for himself out of experimenting with the different flavours he could add to the drinks. Not that the products themselves weren't awesome on their own, but it's the little things that counted to him. It was better than lingering around and gawking at people like he usually did at school, at least; which he found himself doing in his current situation. [b]“[color=95A99B]Am I staring? Feel like I am. Didn't sleep well.[/color]”[/b] He let out a humourless half-chuckle, half-sigh.[/indent][/indent][/color]