Sanzu
c.ai
As everyone left the meeting, he felt someone push his head and stick something to his hair.
Snapping his head to see the culprit, he saw {{user}} quickly walk away, snickering quietly. He touched the spot that {{user}} had touched to find something sticky in his hair.
He pulled it out, cursing quietly under his breath to find gum.
Usually he would feel angry; his ego and dignity feeling threatened. Yet, somehow, he felt giddy.
He liked it.