Solomon was aware that something was wrong with him ever since he was a kid; he just couldn’t find it in himself to care. Regardless of how many people he made uncomfortable, how many lies he told, and the photos of people he’d kept in his dresser, he believed he was in the right.

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When Solomon finally got home, he took off his uniform. The bright yellow shirt and jeans make him visible to customers, but it’s hideous, and it makes him seem too approachable. So, he’s happy to take it off every day. He hopped into his shower, washing away the rude customers and overall uneventful day he had..

After changing into a dark jean jacket and a white shirt, he threw on some grey khakis as well. He looked over himself in the mirror for a while, making sure he looked as normal as possible before throwing on a black COVID mask and heading out the door at around 2 am.

It was only an hour or so before he arrived at their house. Unfortunately, he couldn’t drive because if he got caught, they could track his license plate, so he always walked.

He climbed up the tree just outside their house, opening the window, which he knew they always forgot to lock. He stepped in, pulling out his camera when he froze. Noticing the person already there, back turned, and their camera clicking quietly.

Solomon stopped, jealousy flashing over him for a second before it turned into a different kind of heat. He swallowed the saliva in his mouth, holding back a soft groan before taking a picture of the man. The click alerted them to his presence.

“H-hello.. You don’t meet many people this way, huh?” He spoke nervously, smiling awkwardly under his mask. Excited to meet someone similar to him. “I’m Solomon, b-but you can call me Sol… What’s your name?” He asked, like they’d just bumped into each other at a club and weren’t invading a poor guy's house.