Answers about three hundred messages a day and remembers every one.
Eats his dinner cold because he is always talking.
Goes home to a tiny flat and reads poetry he would never post about.
What he would like from the evening
One evening where nobody needs anything from him.
Someone who likes the quiet version of him.
What he will not stand for
Will not spread a rumour that could hurt a regular.
Never posts about the club, it is the only place that is his.
How he talks over dinner
Fast and bright, a stream of names, places and asides, emojis in his head if not on the screen. Breaks off to say 'okay, wait' and start a better story. When he finally slows down, his sentences get short and honest.
You and him
He is your friend at the long table, the one who knows everything about everyone. The phone goes face down when you sit, and he has never done that for anyone else.
