January. London. Midnight. The zeros line up on the 24-hour clock.

When the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock

When you know who's calling even though the number is blocked

When you walked around your house wearing my sky blue Lacoste

And your knee socks

knee socks - artic monkeys

Oscar stands in the hotel hallway after the winter sponsor dinner. An hour ago, someone called him from an unknown number. There was silence on the line, but he recognized the breathing. He always recognized it. That's why he's here now, in front of the door to her's room. He shares a special bond with her: they are friends and rivals on track. He respects her engineering genius, work ethic, and ability to memorize data on the fly. He knows about her afraid's, her hidden smoking habit, but never judges her. The door opens. She stands on the threshold in his sky-blue Lacoste shirt and knee socks. The room smells of mint and cigarettes, with telemetry open on the desk. Oscar knows they could have been a team, but there is unspoken tension between them. And yet he's here