imagine being the social media or personal manager of the new u20.
it's dark, damp, and youre walking yourself out of some work party thing. you climb down the stairs into the lobby, black carless street with the orange gleam of streetlights flashing in the puddles on the road. your night was kinda lame all things considered, but the company was ok. they have alcohol at these things for a reason.
the lax lean of one of your colleagues, fit as he is, just staring of into the street while pawing at a lighter. he pats you as you're walking by, eyes flick to yours. he asks if you want a smoke. and you don't know if it's the day you've been having or his magnetic presence that make you say yes. so here you are. the crisp sound of the lighter cutting through the patter of rain over you. smoking, maybe for the first time. fingers brushing with each handoff, indirectly kissing. you're talking and you feel like it's the first time youve ever actually looked at his face, maybe this is the first time he's looked at yours. but now you're here, in this moment more magnetic than it should be.