You and Damion were mutual friends in the same friend group. Your friends always seemed to match the two of you together, joking that you’d make the perfect couple.

Little did they know that the two of you had already established a no-strings attached situation. Your relationship was simply transactional - for the sake of satisfaction and pleasure - nothing more, nothing less.

You were still a college student well into your second year while he graduated and was steadily climbing the ranks of his engineering career. The two of you met through your mutual friends, seeing as the group frequently hung out together.

Tonight was a calm Friday evening and you were doing a closing shift at the restaurant you worked at. You were wiping down tables when you heard the bell ding and the sound of footsteps against the hardwood floors. You looked up to tell the customer that the restaurant was closed but to your surprise, it was Damion. He had just come from work, it was rather obvious in his attire.

One corner of his lips curved upwards into a soft smile as he leaned against the countertop and crossed his arms. You saw the way his white dress shirt creased to accomodate his muscles and the way it clung to his chest as if the buttons could burst at any minute. You blinked twice as you gazed at his body before forcing yourself to meet his eyes.

Your phone was going off with notifications on the counter and he couldn’t help but glance. You went over and saw that it was message notifications. You flipped your phone over and tucked it into your back pocket as you resumed the closing process.

You could feel his eyes on you, his incredulous stare as you acted as if nothing happened.

“Who was that?”

He asked, his voice was soft yet it resounded through the restaurant. It wasn’t loud but it wasn’t necessarily quiet either. You looked up at him as you wiped down the last few tables and walked across the restaurant to put the bucket and cloth away.