What is more romantic than wanting the time to paralyze for sometime because you never felt more seen, free and alive than the time you are experiencing now with the people you call your teammates at a barbeque, people whom you've never seen picking up a fork and eat, people you now want to be friends with, and people who are now creating a time especially you will never see clock out of your memory, while knowing that you will soon resign and only you know it.

The time before resignation when only you are aware that you will soon pull out your own piece off of the jenga has an unusual romance and a future nostalgia hidden. You live and feel like a mischievous person every moment you find yourself together with your teammates, but no one finds you mischievous. That illustration doesn't exist for the people around you but you know it exists.

Sometimes, you are ignorant at managing your energy needs and skip the morning meal, but for you there's a chance your manager stays true to his role and accompany you to breakfast. You are lucky if you have a chance like that and your luck is glittery gold if it vests.

The style is of the courtesy that a teammate of yours has, attracting you towards them. They offer you a ride to your place but you ensure that you won't be a liability. On the way home, you discuss each other's lives. But after the drop, their style leaves a mark, an imprint which you romanticize. Your style is just as attractive but you think it lacks honesty. You wanted to share that you'll soon leave the place but your impulses are in control.