#thread.cesco

Valentine's day was somehow one of Bez’ favourite holidays. They had no stomach for love, had never wanted a single partner, simply couldn’t imagine what it could be like to love someone, to be their forever. But that didn’t mean they didn’t swallow up the whole festivities around it. Oftentimes, or better yet every year, they went home lucky: stomach full, bed filled, and comfortably tired. Dating on Valentine’s day was not their thing however, it usually included some kind of stigma, people expecting things that Bez could not deliver. 

They smiled radiantly as another person appeared at their table. The bar had a policy this evening: every table only had two chairs, and while you could switch, there simply wasn’t a way around it. “Good evening,” Bez said, grinning as they saw the beauty of the other who had been seated. “No valentine’s date today?” they asked. They signed for the bartender to bring them two drinks, and then turned their gaze back to the stranger. “Behrooz,” they said, by means of introduction.