I was the only person in my friends group to live alone, so we used to have parties at my house. All of my friends were invited, we’d watch movies and drink until the small hours.
My friends fiancé and I got in the habit of going for walks, just to shoot the shit during these gathering. We’d just walk around the block – talking about our upbringings and all sorts really.
One day I was in my house and I got a text. “I just had a disgusting dream about you and masturbated whilst thinking about you”. Well, I was happy with that, as was my ego. We didn’t really talk again until the weekend when I had everyone over at mine and we went for a walk.
This time on the walk, around 21:30/22:00 we walked past a car park which was mostly walled (apart from the entrance and the exit). It was closed so no one was around.