Crisps on the bed, playlist up, someone doing a full face. We swear we are being sensible. Then the first round happens and plans die.
Tag: nightsout
We looked tight in the picture. On the platform it went quiet. That is the comedown. The story goes on the grid. Silence comes home.
Parking and a snack are not romance. They are adult. Calling that extra wrecked the plot. I want effort. I want people knowing the floor.