FTW (summer in london)

The Uber is making them nauseous; the marina layer makes the winding road feel unbearable. They're holding hands and tipsy, high off the night.

He turns to her and he says, "Isn't this the guy you love?"

She turns to the screen and sees "Brent Faiyaz" playing. She feels a sudden warmth in her chest.

Just the day prior, they had been making dinner together, with music playing in the background. Typically, she urges him to play the music since his taste is better than hers, but this night she was controlling the playlist. With Brent in the background, shrimp sizzling on the pan and wine pouring, their kisses become an instinct. The rhythmic flow of the night naturally takes them away from the kitchen, and the inevitable occurs. They don't make it to the bed, but the couch suffices. In the background, she hears the song playing and then sings along, whispering in his ear, "I can't leave you alone." She's overcome with pleasure.

She turns to him and says, "You remembered his name?"

He looks to her and says, "Of course, you said you loved him."