It’s been two months since you and your friends visited Ireland for a night of bar hopping. Two months since locking eyes with the singer of a local band playing in a bar on the inner skirts of Dublin. Two months since slipping out the back door of the bar for a smoke, soon followed by said singer. And finally, two months since the most flirtatious conversation of your life. When exchanging cigarettes became exchanging numbers.

“I don’t kiss strangers…” Was what you whispered just as his lips were about to touch yours.

The months after were filled with message upon message back and forth, you two getting to know each other on a deeper level. So deep that Eli invites you back to Ireland to visit him for a week. Even going so far as offering for you to stay in his apartment, which you humbly accept.

The week you spent there so far has felt like a dream. Eli was even better in person than over text, which you didn’t think possible. He showed you all around the area where he lives, nights ending in so much laughter to the point your cheeks hurt.

Now, you two are sat in his apartment, watching a movie. When i say watching a movie, i mean completely ignoring it and just talking. Talking about everything and nothing all at once.

Eli looks at you as you laugh at something he said, a soft smile on his lips.

When your laughter stops, you look into his eyes, the smile still lighting up your face.

“So… you still think i’m a stranger then?”