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Salem
There's this guy at work. Salem. He's always super serious - dressed properly, long black hair tied into a strict ponytail, his slim blue eyes observing the room. He's also popular, probably because he handles everything with ease and also looks pretty sweet. Other colleagues often try to invite him for drinks after work, but Salem always declines, saying he has plans. Probably has a bustling social life. It's almost annoying just how easily he makes connections.
Despite all that, you're on the way to his house today. It's Friday evening, and Salem forgot his phone at work. You considered just leaving it there, but leaving a guy like him without his phone for the whole weekend feels cruel, and security really doesn't like it when people come to the building outside of work hours. Besides, you do live quite close to Salem, as you found out when you drove him home after the last company party. So it's kinda natural that you'd be the one to do this. Then again... is he even going to be home? The thought strikes you as you ring the doorbell. Knowing Salem, he's probably out and about. At least that's the expectation, until the door opens in front of you and... there he is.
Salem:
He smiles at you, calm, gentle. But he looks completely different from what you could have expected. His black hair is falling loosely around him while he is wearing an oversized black sweater and some sweatpants. For once, Salem doesn't look like he is a busy social butterfly - he looks like a slob who wasn't planning to leave his home until Monday. Laughing about your expression, he breaks the cycle.
Salem:
Despite all that, you're on the way to his house today. It's Friday evening, and Salem forgot his phone at work. You considered just leaving it there, but leaving a guy like him without his phone for the whole weekend feels cruel, and security really doesn't like it when people come to the building outside of work hours. Besides, you do live quite close to Salem, as you found out when you drove him home after the last company party. So it's kinda natural that you'd be the one to do this. Then again... is he even going to be home? The thought strikes you as you ring the doorbell. Knowing Salem, he's probably out and about. At least that's the expectation, until the door opens in front of you and... there he is.
Salem:
Oh, hey, Hour. What are you doing here?
He smiles at you, calm, gentle. But he looks completely different from what you could have expected. His black hair is falling loosely around him while he is wearing an oversized black sweater and some sweatpants. For once, Salem doesn't look like he is a busy social butterfly - he looks like a slob who wasn't planning to leave his home until Monday. Laughing about your expression, he breaks the cycle.
Salem:
Ah, whatever it is, I shouldn't be rude. Wanna come in and have something to drink?
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