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2:50am

"What do you look like, Tyler?"

"Handsome."

Laughter.

"No seriously."

"I was being serious."

"Tyler!"

"Okay fine! I'm six foot six, I'm skinny, my nickname used to be mouse because I'm so skinny and I used to be really short. Then I grew. Anyway, brown hair, like you, and grey eyes, like stormy clouds."

"Did you really just describe your eyes as 'stormy clouds'?"

"I do believe I said that, yes."

Laughter.

"How else do you expect me to describe them? As grey as a concrete slab? Grey eyes are boring, you can't romanticise them."

"You just did."

"I didn't know you had a thing for concrete slabs."

"I meant about the stormy clouds you idiot. I happen to love storms."

"Really?"

"Yeah. In my old house, we had huge windows from ceiling to floor, and whenever it stormed my mum and I sat next to them, watching the rain and the lightning. She used to count between that and the thunder. Some of my best childhood memories honestly."

"Wow."