I hardly knew the guy.

This guy I was chatting to.

As I sat alone in a bar.

Pre-lockdown.

I hardly knew this smiley guy.

This guy that was just the wrong side of familiar.

This guy that spoke mostly about himself.

This guy that asked me hardly anything about myself.

Teeth. 

I remember his teeth, though.

They were shiny.

And big.

And when I say they were, ‘his teeth’.

Well.

You know.

Question.

This guy I was chatting to.

Eventually.

He did ask me a question.

Here.

He began.

Here.

I’m so at home talking to new people.

I feel so at home, with you, you know.

Right now.

He gushed.

I feel at so at home talking to any business people really.

I feel at home with senior people.

I feel at home with junior people.

Anyone!

Anywhere!

Then it happened.

His question.

What about you?

Where do you feel most at home?

He asked.

At home.

I responded.

Before I stood up.

Popped my coat on.

And went home.

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