"That's a wrap!" The director of the "AfterLife" music video shouted.
Janarious sighed tiredly, ready to go home and take a nap. They had been working on the video for well over a week, and he was grateful that it was officially over.
"Aye!" Someone called, their feet hurriedly pounding against the floor.
Janarious stopped in his tracks, turning around to see LeParis approaching him.
"Can I, uh, get yo number?" LeParis scratched the back of his neck. "You seem cool as fuck, and I wanna fuck with you."
"I guess." Janarious chuckled, LeParis' shyness cute to him. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he handed it to LeParis.
LeParis handed it back after a few seconds, naming his contact plainly "LeParis".
I'm gone change that later, Janarious thought to himself.
"You wanna chill tomorrow?" LeParis asked.
"Yeah, what time?" Janarious asked, actually interested in hanging out with him.
"Uh, you wanna watch movies? If so, we can link at my place 'round eight." LeParis shrugged.
Janarious liked the idea. He would be able to get a lot of sleep before they hung out, so he was down with the idea.
