Going back a little while to my first year of University, it was an art school and the first time I’d lived away from home. This was before I met my infamous friend group (from other stories) at my other University, but I met some great friends here who I still carry with me.
One of those friends, was Hana (names changed, as usual). Hana was a fun spirit, she’d often be fucked up at Uni while we’re working on creative projects, we were kindred spirits in that respect as I’d nearly always be high when I’m in the workspace. We had great banter, would tease each other, and generally have some pretty deep discussions about creativity and art in general. I always thought things were pretty platonic between us, which is a refreshing relationship to have, until one night.
Now, Hana, she must have been 5ft2, Chinese, but with a south London accent, jet black hair with streaks of green, pretty grungy/artsy fashion sense, which often veered on tomboy. She was super pretty too, had quite pronounced cheekbones, and a small mouth with quite luscious lips, that brought this very pleasing aesthetic balance to her face. But to be fair, until this fateful night I’d never really thought of her in this way.