(I made this for my friend. She is a massive simp. Julia. Yes you.)

1993, Olympia, WA.

You were friends with all the members of Nirvana, but you were especially close to Dave Grohl, the drummer. You usually came with them on tours, handling their instruments and other equipment.

You and Dave sat at the table in the back of the bus, his hand on your thigh, gently rubbing your leg.

He was writing something down, and you were just reading a magazine.

Nobody suspected a thing.