Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

63. A warm welcome back

The ride home in Simon’s car was just what you needed.

It was dark and very cold outside even though it was just after 6pm.

With your whole body sore from today’s rehearsal, you nuzzled into the passengers seat. At least it was absolutely worth it, Ghost enjoyed every second with you ensnaring him.

A lot of giggles were shared as Ghost took his time telling you some new puns of his. You were partly laughing because of how bad they were, partly because you couldn’t grasp that this man actually enjoys them that much, a proud smirk on his face after every delivered line that made you burst out laughing. One even bringing you so far that you started coughing heavily, that smirk on his face disappearing instantly.

“You’re not fully recovered, are ya?”

“I mean, I am…It’s nothing…Bit of a cough…”

“Yeah bit of a cough...shouldn’t be dancing on stages half naked anyways…”

“Oh? You seemed to like me dancing half naked-“

“You know what I mean.” He says sternly, making you pout like a child that’s just been scolded.

You cross your arms and look out the window at the passing city lights and faces. It was once again a busy night, people out on the streets in their colorful coats and scarves, some christmas lights put up here and there. It was quiet in his car, very neat. He'd rarely put on any music and you did not know what kind of engine he’s driving but it certainly was a smooth and very quiet one, slowly but surely rocking you to sleep. You tried to stay awake, glancing over to the focused Brit keeping his eyes glued onto the street. Before you knew it, you were gone.

***

A cold breeze wakes you up along with the thump of a car door being shut.

It takes you a good second to register where you were. Certainly not at your place. Your eyes needed time to get used to the darkness as you heard the car doors clicking, Ghost stood outside burying the car keys in his pocket and walking towards a small restaurant in long struts. Your curious eyes peeking at his legs, you forgot how long they were. How majestic he could walk…

But wait, where were you?!

You can’t even tell which part of town you’re in, you don’t think you’ve ever been here. Rubbing your eyes, you turn to look back at the small, bright restaurant, watching Simon talk to an elderly man. He must be ordering food? The old man smiles and nods a lot as the masked man points at something on the menu and then hands him cash. Soon after, he looks out the window right at you and leaves you startled. You awkwardly wave at him, not getting any response as he just sits down and waits. Ugh.

You lazily get your phone out and scroll through a bunch of nonsense apps, wasting time. Yawning. Waiting. Waiting some more.

Soon he returns, first the clicking noise of his car doors unlocking, next the cold winter air streaming inside as he opens them. He sits down and holds the knotted up plastic bag above your lap, signaling for you to hold it. As you do so, he shuts the door and puts on his seatbelt right before starting the engines. Not a single word. Classic Riley.

“What’s this?” you yawn, eyeing the container inside.

“Soup.” he mutters as he puts his hand on the back of your seat and looks over his shoulder to get out the parking space.

“Soup?”

“Best one in town.” His hands grip the steering wheel and he starts maneuvering his car onto the busy street.