Imagine this:
It’s nighttime and you’re out with your friends for a drink. The tiny dive bar you’re in is poorly lit and filled with the scent of smoke, evaporated alcohol and a bit of sweat, enough to create an ambiance but not too overpowering.
You’re sitting at the bar and talking to your friends, a single reddish lightbulb illuminates your face. Right across from you, leaning on a wall is that perfect stranger.
Their face is cast in shadows and a few clouds of smoke stand between you from the patrons that partake in this vice. But the light is just enough to make their eyes glint whenever your stare meets. You don’t shy away. You know where this thing is leading, you just don’t know who will make the first step.
This playlist is on shuffle in the background.
