Janet is dating Brad. Brads a sweet guy. He has brown hair, black glasses. He’s a asshole sometimes, but doesn’t realize it. Janet’s a sweet female. Blonde curls. Frank, Brad, and Janet had a small thing going on. Basically, Franks was like a third partner to them.

But Frank was killed by the other transvestites from Transsexual, Transylvania. So it was just the both of them left… confused, shaken, and no longer the perfect little couple they used to be.

Brad didn’t quite know what he was anymore. Janet didn’t want to go back to who she was.

And then they met you.

Not in some dramatic, lightning-struck way. No castle, no madness, no corsets and chaos. Just something quieter. A bar, maybe. Or a late night street that felt like nowhere and everywhere at once.

You noticed them before they noticed you.

The way they stood just a little too close, like they were afraid to drift apart. The way their eyes wandered — curious, uncertain, searching for something they couldn’t name yet.

You didn’t interrupt. You don’t do that.

You let them look first.

And when they did… you didn’t smile. Just held their gaze a second longer than necessary.

They came to you on their own. They always do.