You’re sitting in a coffee shop, its late at night, you’re waiting for Eoin, you’re childhood friend and still, now being fully grown adults, meet regularly. The door slams open and Eoin runs in, his button down unbuttoned slightly, his tie loose and holding his coat. He runs over to you, grabs your hand, and pulls you away from the coffee shop. Eoin wasn’t like this. He seemed to be in a hurry. But- *he was laughing?* You laughed along with him; it was fun, exhilarating. He got you to his car, silently sped- and i mean *sped*- towards his house, he parked lazily, unbuckled you and himself, got out and went around the car, picking you up out of your seat, and running inside with you, giggling. He runs upstairs, going into his bedroom, and locking the door. He puts you down in the bed and then kisses you hungrily.