Ships and Space, Part 2a

He felt like his eyes were spinning- just a bit too long at work. He trudged over to the bathroom, and splashed some water over his face. The moustache he saw sprawling over his lips ruffled in all directions.

He spent the next half an hour attending to it, until he was sure it was a sophisticated display of facial hair, not a month-long period that he had forgotten about person-to-person contact altogether in.

Or- maybe he hadn’t forgotten? Now he thought about it, in the hours he spent on his sofa in between, allowing his brain to cool down, maybe he had arranged- a date!

He strode into the living room, and picked up his phone. He opened the dating app, and recalled the organising he’d made weeks before.

The profile was of a blue-ish black-haired woman sporting a beanie, and he could see on her indigo tongue pushed out a couple of piercings. Another image was of her hands over her eyes- with both appendages turned translucent. That was definitely enough to interest him.

Also, something about bathrooms? Or was it that he had just been in one? He’d remember. One thing he definitely did remember was that he’d booked an empty cafe to see her in. Soon.