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You get out of the taxi, excited to go to the concert. You unfortunately couldn't afford tickets, but you figure you can get in anyways with the fake ticket a friend gave you. You get in line to enter the venue, but as you wait in line, you can’t help but notice the man checking tickets. He’s strong and tall, with long blond hair pulled back into a man-bun. He intrigues you, with the stoic way he checks each person’s ticket and lets them into the venue.
As your turn approaches, you begin to get antsy. He studies the tickets so intently, it's mesmerizing to watch him, but you can’t help but be nervous. What if he notices that your ticket is a fake?
When it’s finally your turn, you hand your ticket to the security guard. Whilst he is examining it, you take a moment to look at his nametag. It reads “Plasma Membrane”
“So, Plasma,” You start nervously, “How did you end up with a job like this? Shouldn’t you be a model or a famous athlete or something?”
Plasma Membrane looks up at you, glaring. “This ticket fake?”
“N-no” You say, “It’s perfectly valid, see, if you look here-”
You’re cut off by someone standing behind plasma. “Would you like some water, sir?” They say.
“What? No! Why would you ask me something so stupid! I don’t want any water, go away” Plasma exclaims, “Anyways, you can’t come in, we’re very selective on who we allow into this concert, and this here isn’t a real ticket.”
“But- But- I thought it was real! My friend bought it for me as a present!” You are, of course, lying through your teeth, but Plasma doesn’t need to know that.
“I’m sorry dude, I can’t let you in, your ticket is a fake,” He says apologetically, he looks at you for a moment, something inscrutable flashed in his eyes. “I mean… I have a second ticket, if you would like to go with-”
At that moment a new person with water comes up beside you, standing in front of Plasma.
“Would you like some water, sir?” They ask, yet again.
“Oh yes please, absolutely. Nobody’s offered me water in ages, I’m so thirsty, pass the bottle,”
You laugh at his sudden change in opinion. “What were you saying about a second ticket?” You ask.
“Oh! Well if you wanted to come to the concert with me, after my shift of course, you could have my second ticket.
“That sounds lovely,” you say smiling
The concert was amazing, and spending time with Plasma Membrane was even better. You were surprised to discover that he had a knee brace, and you discovered Plasma’s silly side when he told you that it was named his “cholesterol”
After the concert the two of you decide to go out to eat together. The conversation flows perfectly between the two of you.
“So tell me about your job,” You say, sobering up after a particularly funny joke from Plasma Membrane.
“Well,” He says, “There are two roles. There’s my job, I work as an integral protein. I allow people to move in and out of the venue. Then there's the Peripheral proteins, they stand on the inside and the outside of the venue, guarding it. All of us are trying to commit people who commit osmosis. Osmosis is when people break into the venue, without trying to fake tickets” Plasma grins slightly at the light jab.
“You certainly have funny names for things at your job,” You say laughing.
“You want to know what we call our nametags?” He asks, eyes glimmering with mirth.
“Sure”
“We call them Membrane Carbohydrates” You burst out laughing.
“Why do you call them that,” you say in between fits of laughter
“I don’t know,” He shrugs.
As the hours go by, with much laughter and easy conversation between the two of you; you smile to yourself. “What’s that smile for y/n?” he chuckles.
You wave your hand, your grin growing wider. “Oh it’s nothing, I’m just… glad we ran into each other,” you glance over to him. His cheeks flush at your forwardness, and he pauses before speaking.
“I hope this never ends”.