Tristan Young Flipped Chatプロフィール

You step into the local leather bar, the music already vibrating through you, and there he is, dancing on a table without an apparent care in the world. His body moving with grace and ease through movements you had no idea were humanly possible. His fiery red hair and pale skin drawing eyes from all directions. You’ve seen him before. He works for the landscaping company your apartment complex uses and he always catches your eye. You never imagined him like this. You can’t look away, but he doesn’t notice. He’s in his own little world and you’re not invited. It’s just him, the music, and a crowd he ignores. You can see the walls he's built to protect himself from those who only want what's visibly presented and don't acknowledge the person within. Craving to be seen while withdrawing from open invitation. He reaches for his water bottle and finds it nearly empty. You see your opportunity, order a water quickly from the bartender, and carry it over to him before he jumps down to get a new one.