“Right hand red!”

I had been dreading and dreaming of this moment. There was Taylor, right between me and the red dot. There was no way to avoiding touching them as I drew in a deep breath and reached across the plastic sheet, trying to keep my balance in the scuffle of bodies. And then there I was, hovering above them as they did an awkward back end to reach the colors, their face inches from mine. Our eyes met and I fought to hold eye contact, afraid my eyes would write my every thought across my face.

“Hi…” they laughed breathily, color rising to their cheeks.