We hug and wow he smells v v good and gives great hugs; he was comfortably warm, too. The camera man goes to take the picture, because that’s how it goes for the majority of the photos (aka hello’s, hug, pic, bye)
Me: If it’s alright with you, could you kiss me on the cheek?
Darren: Of course (he says it rly suavely, kinda lilting on the last syllable)
He’s gently squeezing my shoulder and there is stubble touching my face and wow yeah dAmn. The camera man takes the picture and I turn to leave-
Me: Thank you - for everything!
Darren: Not a problem; you’re bloody gorgeous (said extremely flirtatiously like wOW, the tone of his voice was just hsoadknjsdk)
and then i cried and died, and that’s how i met the man who changed
and possibly saved my life, for the first time.