I was 21. I was on tour (I’m a musician) and was playing a show in the city where an old friend of mine who moved away a year prior lived. I texted him the day before saying I’d be in town and would love to see him if he was available. “I have plans, but I’ll cancel them!” He said. The next night he came to the show early, and the second he saw me through the building’s window he RAN in and scooped me up in the biggest, warmest hug that felt like it lasted forever. I was honestly shocked at his enthusiasm because even though I’d always found him attractive, I was sure I was in the friend zone.
I played the show and afterwards he stayed and helped me pack everything up.
“Well, goodnight I guess! It was great to see you,” I said. I could practically feel my eyes twinkling.
He just smiled at me and said, “Where are you sleeping tonight?”
I laughed and pointed to the car since I hadn’t sold enough merch for a motel and the promoter I was gonna crash with seemed creepy.