My Costar comes when called
Yao Shen looks up at the young man in shock.
"How did you get in here?" he asks, his voice going high and creaky.
The man jumps down from the counter and walks towards Yao Shen, his hands on his waist. "I came in through the wall."
Right.
Yao Shen gives the young man a long once-over, scrutinizing his appearance.
His hair is incongruously curly, some of it falling into his eyes, shorter on the sides and longer on top. He's attractive in a slightly old fashioned way. His eyebrows aren't shaped and his skin is a little sunburned, golden like a wheat field under the warm morning sun.
He's wearing an absolutely blinding pink and cyan windbreaker.
With matching pants.
"Are you a ghost?" Yao Shen asks, fairly certain that he can't be anything else, looking as he is like the cast of some nostalgic 90's show.