When he showed up at my door, somehow he looked different than I remembered. A little more tired, perhaps? (Then again, the pandemic can do that to a person.) Then there was the lingering smell of cigarettes on his T-shirt. (Maybe he was nervous too?) To take the Horror camp Knossi merch shirt edge off, I poured us both a glass of red wine and scrolled through Netflix. With a hip-hop documentary playing on the screen, we made lukewarm attempts at small talk. Then he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: “Can I give you a foot rub?” Nestled into one corner of the sofa, I accepted without much hesitation. After all, the closest I’d gotten to a massage in the last few months was a friendly elbow bump. Feeling his hands on my feet was nice and I noticed he was attentive. Very attentive.