All tagged short story

He was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. His self-assurance drew me in despite a t-shirt that read “Nerd”. He had the kind of skin that can only come from living in sunny place. His hair was cropped short and his arms begged me to touch them.

I had a feeling they did this often. Getting drunk together, stumbling around the streets, shouting about political issues that seemed so urgent. They had their own language that no outsider could understand.