After Hours (A Short Story)


After Hours (A Short Story)

This is what you get when you put two introverts together.

She’s cute.

Damn it, Erika. Why’d you have to go say hi to that guy now?

Maybe I should say hi. Or not.

He’s looking down at his shoes. What are th– oooh, Docs. Nice.

Should I ask if she wants another drink?

What to say. What to say. I can’t be fake-sipping this drink forever.

Or maybe I should tell her my name…

He’s looking at me. I should look up. His smile looks forced. Maybe mine does too.

…or maybe not. Shit. Those eyes. I forgot what I was going to say.

But I’m totally genuine. I just don’t know what to say.

It’d be creepy if I start with ‘You have nice eyes’.

Why wasn’t I born with the skill of small talk.

Hey, I know this song.

Hey, I know this song.

She’s moving her head to the music. Okay I’ll just go for it.

‘This door is always open.’ Mmmm….

“After Hours?”

Oh, he’s saying something. Wait, is he talking to me?

“This song is awesome.”

“I love this song.”

“It’s like a never-ending night of–“

“–just living.”



“Hey. You want to go get another beer?”

“Yeah. Yeah. That would be nice.”

Thank you for the music.

Erika, no need to come back for me. Stay where you are.

‘We’re all right where we’re supposed to be.’

‘We’re all right where we’re supposed to be.’


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Want to listen to the song? Listen to After Hours by We Are Scientists. One of my favorite songs of all-time.

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