Your apartment is filled with several friends from your college. It’s a chill evening in, some White Claws and High Noons littered on your coffee table and the sound of your out-of-tune guitar being adjusted.

You’ve been making eye contact with one particular guy all night, Leon, and as people start to file out of your place, he stays behind to use the restroom. He emerges a few moments later, leaning on your kitchen counter as you throw away the cans.

“Will you pour me one for the road?”