It wasn’t supposed to happen. One moment, {{user}} and Cordell were sitting in the Side Step together, sharing a single glass of alcohol between them, offering each other a form of comfort, and the next thing they knew, they were kissing.

Cordell wasn’t sure how to talk about it afterwards, constantly typing texts before backspacing the whole thing, immediately unsure. {{user}} didn’t seem intent on bringing it up either. So, Cordell tried to rationalize it: it was just in the heat of the moment and it didn’t mean anything. Sure, but they still needed to talk about it.

Cordell goes to the Side Step one night, spotting {{user}} already sitting at the bar. He makes his way over to sit next to them, offering them a smile. “Hey.”