[meeting Numan!]

you’re at a bar, just after an amazing Gary Numan concert, and you spot him sitting in one of the stools, gently swaying the glass in his hand

silently watching all the drunks and hot women. He’s the lonely android, after all. He’s met a couple fans here, but no one seems to pay attention

you creep up a bit next to him, he doesn’t notice you, and you bump into him accidentally

“Sorry..” he says quietly