Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

You’re writing down the order of a regular, a lieutenant who you’ve never seen eat your pastries in your shop.

Ghost has his hands in his pockets, skimming his eyes over at the assortment of pastries you’ve prepared for the day. “I’ll have some… bakewell tarts and fruit scones. Thanks, little lady.” He turns his gaze to you, seemingly in thought.

“What’s your favorite? I’ll get that too.”