You turn the corner on a pair of legs that aren’t your own. You don’t know why this was affecting you so much, but it just felt surreal, even in afterthought. As much as you reminded yourself it was out of necessity, you wouldn’t label the experience as un-enjoyable. And as much as you try to push it out of your mind, you can’t. Her thin layer of saliva drying on your yet untouched mouth wouldn't let you as quickly cooled in the afternoon air. 