When I waswas inin Adelaide

“Why the hell do you have a stale coffee cup on your desk?” asks the guy I’ve just brought home from the club. He can barely keep his composure, legs flying all over the place as though independent to his body.

I don’t really know why I brought him home. Lonely, I guess. Because he looked better in the club. Sex is out of the window, especially now my stomach is doing backflips in memory of the cup. The experience behind it. I walk over, spin the cup around and reveal to the man a faded phone number.

I meet Dylan in Adelaide. I’m five months into my working holiday visa and work at an office just down the road. Normally I go to the same place for coffee but decided to try somewhere new. I walk into Dixie’s and find myself looking into the eyes of someone very striking. Although not much taller than me, he has these gorgeous, amber eyes that I find myself melting away into.