Weird science

I noticed her months before we met. At first, in the background of photos with mutual friends, later in brief eye contact on the train. She always reminded me of honey. That sweet, earthy taste was in the colour of her skin, the smell of her hair. It was on her lips and in every breath.

We met at an LGBTQI+ night at a local bar and, given my own status as a lightweight and the bottle of wine I had consumed, I was intoxicated. A blood test would have revealed I was type-Sauvignon-Blanc. My relationship with my current girlfriend was… ajar, and I took full advantage of this in my glass-cased confidence. I walked up to Honey