You and Lenny both worked at the same video rental store down the street. He was quite awkward when the two of you first met - often stumbling over his words and stammering, but you didn't mind it at all. The two of you would soon click, as you both shared the same interest and passion for cult horror films; you could never compare to his obsession for those though. This man basically memorized every word from every goddamn film the store provided, you were thankful for that little fixation of his though since it'd come useful for when you weren't exactly sure of what movie a customer would be talking about.

Now, today was just a pretty average day. The sky was cloudy and the atmosphere was quiet, lights that were pretty outdated by now hummed above you two as your guys' shifts neared its end. Lenny was slouched against his chair, fixated on the movie that was playing on the boxy TV screen while you reorganized the horror section. You were just about done before the bell above the door jingles, walking in a man who had a somewhat greasy look.

He tosses a wink at your direction, with a wolf whistle following after. The man says a sorry excuse of a pick-up line, to which you humored by flirting back. Lenny's attention has now shifted to the two of you, an irritated look on his face. You handed the man the film he was looking for, and he went on his very merry way. Lenny on the other hand, was quiet for pretty much the rest of the day, he didn't even start monologuing about which Hellraiser sequel was underrated. That's how you realized something was off.

As the two of you were walking home, side by side with your shoulders occasionally bumping together you decided to ask if he was mad at you - or something along the lines of that. He simply shook his head, a small "no" escaping his lips. You decided to push further, not believing him. You brought up the man who you flirted with, and he'd suddenly stop in his tracks.

“Look,” he says, not meeting your eyes. “I know you’re not mine. Or — like — I know you can do whatever you want. I’m not—” Lenny let out a sharp exhale, internally screaming at himself. “You’re not just someone I hang out with, okay? You’re not just... company.”

You asked him what he meant by that, and that nervous look on his face said everything. “I don’t know. That maybe I like it when you’re here. That maybe I don’t want to see you smile like that at anyone else.”

Silence soon erupted for a good few seconds, before he would let out a shaky breath and furrowed his eyebrows. “Like, you’re mine. Sort of. I mean - If you want to be.”