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Hearing Charles’ voice, I opened my eyes just to see a blurry, slightly sepia filter on my eyes. The ghost had covered my eyes without thinking. You’d think physical contact with a ghost would be cold and a little damp but this phantom was warm, almost like a living person. I loved touching him… Even if I sometimes made the mistake of leaning on him too much. When that happened, I would go through him, and it felt like going under a heavy summer rain.
When he removed his hands from my face, I foud out he managed to prepare a whole picnic basket. The lid was up so I could see inside. There was a bottle of wine, club sandwiches, a coleslaw salad and a box with “Dan’s patisserie” printed in pink letters. Dan’s was my favourite baker from across town.
— That’s confidential, sweetie. I wanted to suprise you.
— Well you certainly succeeded, I said, impressed.
Though I had my doubts about Dan being paid for his work... The basket was accompanied by a blue and purple blanket, my favorite. Charles must have pulled it out of the depth of the closet because I can not remember when I saw it last.
— It’s getting dark, shall we go ? suggested my date.
He offered me his arm and I took it smiling ear to ear. A date ! It was not the first one, obviously, but it would not keep me from getting excited.
It was quite the issue to go outside in broad daylight with a ghost stuck to my side. After a first date where we caused a massive panic in a cinema, we mostly stuck to night dates in the forest. This date was one of those. I grabbed the basket and walked outside alongside Charles. My boo radiated from pride.
Luckily I lived in a quiet neighbourhood where no one stepped outside after sunset, so we stolled peacefully to the end of the alley. There, I pushed a gate waiting to be opened by some hikers. It was an old wooden gate with rusted hinges and some paint flakes remaining from a former coat of blue paint. Starting from the gate was an ancient dirt road with rocks and roots protruding here and there. I loved that path since the moment I first set foot on it, five years ago. I had just mooved there from my parents’ and was an axious mess back then. Walking this path in the middle of the big trees made me feel safe and at home.
Charles by my side, I walked listening to him babbling about a possum family living in the roof of the house. Right at that moment, I felt at peace. An amazing smell made of chocolate, cucumber and fresh bread wafted from the basket hitting my side. Everything was right.
Some time later we arrived at the perfect setting for a picnic : a clearing ticked in the heart of the forest. The moon was shining upon the grass, turning it into a soft fur-like bed. Charles let go of my arm and crossed the clearing and twirled.
— Welcome, Milady ! Please take place !
He had snatched the blanket and spread it on the grass. I chuckled and joined him, sitting on the soft fabric. He took the club sandwitches and the wine out of the basket.
— Did you bring glasses too ? I asked.
— Yes, of course I did, he proudly replied.
He dived his hand in the basket only to turn even more transparent. I smiled.
— What’s going on ? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, I teased him.
Charles frowned and folded his arms in a pouting stance.
I knew what was happening. Charles had planned eveything down to the smallest details. Or so he thought. But he forgot the glasses. And maybe he had also forgotten the corkscrew. He looked so disappointed, but I was not angry or annoyed. He sighed.
— Please wait here… I’ll be back soon.
And just like that, he disappeared in the earth. I giggled a bit and let him go fetch the glasses. The teperature was perfect on this end of summer and I enjoyed the light breeze. In typical ghost style, Charles was quickly back. He made sure to make himself known so that I would not jump. He looked diappointed and his glow was duller now than the beginning of the date.
— Charles, honey, I am not disappointed, and all is still perfect.
— No, it’s not. I always forget something, even when I want everything to be perfect. I’m such a numbskull !
— You’re my numbskull, and I like that very much. Now, can I have some of this wine ?
My intervention seemed to lighten the mood and the date was back on track. The wine was just perfect and the club sandwitches were the most délicious thing I ate in a long time - not surprising as I eat mostly pre-cooked meals. The cake was a raspberry and dark chocolate multi-layer cake. I squeeked as I bit into my slice.
— It’s really my favorite thing in the world !
— Whaaat ?! lamented Charles.
His theatrical tone made me laugh.
— You, honey, are out of competition. It would be unfair to anything or anyone else.
Charles smiled and bowed.
— Thank you, Lady Tabitha.
— Happy halfiversary, said Charles affectionately.
— Halfiversary ? I asked.
— Half anniversary, explained the ghost. It’s been six months since we met.
All this was for our first six months together. His attentions touched me even more. It was not an ordinary date after all.
— Thank you. You’re always so considerate, I said with a soft smile. Thank you for being so good to me.
The rest of the evening felt incredibly nice. We laughed and joked some more, I finished my slice of cake and then it was time to go home. Charles being a ghost, he did not eat anything and there was still plenty to eat for the next three days. I walked home next to my boo, hand in hand with him in the moonlight. And everything was still perfect.
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