I am wearing a baseball cap backward, and the hat rests peacefully on top of my hair. Both of my hands are gripping the armrests firmly, and confidently. I have earrings, but not in a gay way. My delicate calves are exposed — which makes you wonder. 

I turn to my co-host and ask, “So how about last night? It got pretty crazy,”

My co-host throws his head back and laughs. I laugh too. I love laughing. 

Then my co-host asks me, “Have you ever thought about what would happen after we die?”

I pause for a moment. All of a sudden I start to feel the hat on my head and the air between my leg hair. 

“I mean kinda? I mean it’s hard to imagine what nothing feels like you know?” I laugh again.

I love to laugh.

“You know it’s nice to finally find someone who I can get in touch with my feelings with,” I remark.

“I’m not touching your feelings” 

“No no, not like that … I meant it’s nice to find someone to connect with.”

“Like networking?”

“Yeah yeah, networking …”

The screen fades to black.