#cablesmith

{ @cablesmith​ would like to test her luck }

“My band’s playing our first gig tonight. You wanna come?”

             SHE looked a bit younger than he was used to, for this line of work. But it didn’t matter, if the woman felt the passion to build, she’d fit right in the workshop. He offered out his hand, waiting. He himself was of the opinion that you could tell a bit about a person by their hands. Of course, that wasn’t the only reason for the hand shake. He was doing his best to be polite, after all.

   now, all confidence he'd had in his own endeavors is gone. a lifetime of thought conditioning and extensive teachings on the dangers of human irrationality and fear are now coming back in a flash, and all from seeing some girl. thing is, he's panicking because SHE spotted him first. he knows he should run, hide, knock her out, but his body remains frozen on the spot, mouth agape, eyes seizing her, focused on her every move.

           Matt looked at the floor and then looked at the person lifting him eyebrows up and eyes wide. “I-... Well I hope I’m not heavy...”           He had his arms wrapped around her neck because... Well being held up makes him nervous.              “Also please do not lift me up higher than this, I’m scared of heights...”