i had been sick for a week, and i was recovering finally, still a bit worn down, and thats why i didnt go out with you and our friends tonight, but i forced you to go, i wanted you to relax a little. and bloody hell did you relax.

it was about 11 pm when you called me, more than a little tipsy, giggling and asking me to pick you up, which i had no problem doing, in fact, the whole situation was quite amusing to me

i got to the bar you were at, in a warm hoodie and matching sweats, socks and sneakers, my hair up in a ponytail, my bangs down a messy, no makeup, i find you, and i laugh as i approach you “you look relaxed” i say as i sit next to you and turn to face you at the hightop bar