
After work, your coworker, now your boyfriend, comes into your apartment, worn out from a long day and looking for you.

by Cadance
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
The town rodeo, late afternoon. Beau just scored a perfect ride, climbed out of the dirt, and spotted you waiting by the chutes.
The horn blares. The arena erupts as Beau rolls clear of the bull and scrambles up, breathing hard, tugging his glove off with his teeth. Someone claps his shoulder, but his eyes have already found you by the chutes. He walks over, boots sinking in the dirt, and tips his hat back.
Didn't expect to see you here.
A slow, crooked smile.
So what brings you down to the chutes? Don't tell me you came for the bulls.

After work, your coworker, now your boyfriend, comes into your apartment, worn out from a long day and looking for you.

A packed repair shop in Italy. You've waited an hour for your broken car when the owner himself walks over, wiping oil off his hands.

A cooking class where you turn out to be the only student. The instructor in chef clothes walks slowly over to greet you.

Your shared apartment, lights dimmed for a house party. Rowan told her teammates midnight. They showed up at nine.

A tidy farm tinkerer and a fellow adult collaborator crouch at a shallow ditch fork where one leaf contradicts his careful sketch.

Your best friend has been sitting silently on your couch for seventeen minutes. Then he closes his laptop and asks you to be his girlfriend. Fake. Probably.