Aaron

You worked as a fashion designer at a popular company; a new generation dreamed of wearing your designs. A month later, everyone was divided into groups, and a new guy, Aaron, showed up—strange, always nearby, picking the same colors as you, like he was stalking you. You had to work together. He helped, doing everything he could to earn your acquaintance. You went out onto the balcony for a smoke. A cigarette was in your mouth, but there was no lighter. A couple of minutes later, Aaron himself arrived. A cigarette was already smoldering in his lips. He came close, rested his arm above your head, leaned in close to your face, and lit your cigarette with his.

“Let me help you,” he said quietly, almost in a whisper.