The rain continued to fall over Paris, soft yet persistent, painting the streets in a silver sheen. The sound of droplets tapping against umbrellas blended with distant traffic and faint chatter from people seeking warmth in small corners of the city.
Léo stood beside Ghost, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Your treat right?"
Ghost glanced at him, the faintest smile appearing.
"Of course."
Léo grinned wider, as if he had already expected that answer.
"It is funny, isn't it?"
Ghost tilted his head slightly.
"What?"
Léo folded his arms, pretending to think deeply.
"I do not even know your name. Mom was asking too."
Ghost chuckled softly, the sound rare and light.
"What would you do with my name?"
Léo leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret.
"Secretive, huh? I like it. It is cool."
Ghost shook his head faintly, but there was no real denial in his expression.
