first track meet of senior year, but you weren’t running this time, nope. you came to get out the house and support your friends running because you couldn’t run anymore.

you were walking about with your homegirl tega, just coming back from the concession stand before you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and see someone standing close, like they just got your attention mid-thought.

he then looked down at you and said, his voice shaking slightly “could i maybe get your number? or instagram?..”