You had always been obsessed with Daniel’s, your roommate, hands and arms. They’re strong and veiny.

one day, you two were sitting on the couch together, getting ready to watch a movie. As you brought popcorn and sat down, you couldn’t help but take a picture of his arms. He sat in his black shirt and black sweat pants with a cigarette and his phone in hand.

“Did you just take a picture of me?” he looked up at you. His tone didn’t waver and his face was straight. Not mad or embarrassed.