Very Early days between Si and Garth.

Simon had been working at Garth’s work for a few days now, they were getting on like good pals already, but then Simon rocks up not in his usual work van but on his motorcycle in his full bloody leathers. Poor Garth didn’t stand a chance against that unknowing attack.

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A comic of Garth and Simon. Garth is short and weedy with pale skin and scruffy blonde hair. He is wearing a worker’s hi-vis waterproof. Simon is tall and well built with short brown hair. He wears glasses and form-fitted, armoured leather bike jacket and trousers.
1: Garth is facing away from the viewer, securing his pedal chopper bike to a rail with a raw metal chain. A speech bubble from someone outside of view says ‘Morning! Great timing’.
2:Garth turns his head and greets Simon with a polite smile and a raise of the hand. He begins to return the greeting ‘mor-…’
3: ‘nin’’, he finishes. He’s just noticed what Simon’s wearing and is taking a moment to process, his mouth remains a little bit open and he looks flustered, under a thin veil of composure. A cartoon bubble depicts his heart beating suddenly, in a hot pink spark shape. The heart is in a cyan that contrasts the pink, and matches the colour of the usual speech bubbles.
4: Simon is stood over the crouching Garth with the sunrise illuminating him from behind. He’s wearing form-fitting black leathers of the more sporty/track type. He hoists his backpack over his right shoulder, and has his helmet scooped under the other. He has a friendly, neutral smile. ‘I’ll see you inside, yeah?’ He continues his small-talk with Garth. In return Garth becomes more noticeably wavering and fumbles ‘y-yeah. See you leather…leath…’
5: ‘later…’ Garth finally corrects himself. He flicks his head abruptly to follow the path of Simon as he continues into the direction of the entrance of the converted church, now security office. You bet he’s checking out how Simon’s butt looks in leather pants.
6: Garth slumps his arms over his squatting legs and looks vacant, processing the wave of emotions. A mix of dumbfoundedness and actual fear cover his face now he no longer has to mask it from an audience. He blushes heavily. Artistic impression of his inner thoughts erupt as hot pink waves swirling around his head with sparks of hearts. In his head he’s cycling ‘ooooohh shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck’ in ever increasing nonsense. He realises he’s developed a massive crush on the contract IT guy.