Another boring day at work as a neutrophil. You’ve just devoured cellular debris, left with bitter taste in your mouth. You still could feel tension humming in your body, causing discomfort bigger than hitting toe against the bed, so you decided to let loose in the bar in the area of adrenal glands.

Taking another sip of your cortisol, you felt your mind pleasantly foggying and body relaxing ina way a bit too good to be true. That’s just what you needed tonight.

But as if the world itself decided to mess with you, some weird ass cell came up to you. Drunk and disgusting, he spewed nasty comments that were supposed to be compliment, at least in his rotting garbage of brain.

You ignored him and looked to the side, seeing an older cell on the other end of the bar. Then he slowly turned to you, his lips curved into a subtle smirk. God he was handsome!

You quickly looked away in embarrassment and decided to focus on your CELLphone instead. Not knowing what to do, you turned on camera and stared at your reflection, thinking about the bags under your eyes, the discontent pout on your lips and-

In the front camera you were just staring into just behind you, appeared the very individual who you shared eye contact with earlier.

“Why, hello, beautiful”, Basil whispered, his voice low and rambling right next to your ear. “Is this gentleman bothering you?” He asked with a hint of a sneer as he looked sideways at the cell who was still talking. Seemingly to himself, moron.