"They say," I began, widening my eyes, "that a hundred years ago, a pirate buried his treasure right here in this clearing. But his crew mutinied. They left him here, alone, with no food and no water."
Yichen looked unimpressed. "And?"
"And," I whispered, leaning closer, "they say that on nights like this, when the moon is hidden... You can still hear him dragging his shovel through the dirt. Scrape... scrape... scrape..."
I scratched my fingernails lightly against the fabric of his pants.
Yichen didn't flinch. He just looked at me, an amused smirk playing on his lips. "Is that the best you can do, Mo Yi? I'm not afraid of pirates."
"Wait," I said, my voice turning grave. "I haven't told you the scary part."
"What's the scary part?"
"The scary part," I said, poking him in the chest, "is that the pirate hates CEOs. He haunts them. He waits until they are asleep... and then he reorganizes their spreadsheets incorrectly."
