george russell · factory setting · night shift · melancholic · cynical · smoker · exhausted · industrial · lonely · gritty
Midnight draped the factory in silence, broken only by the faint hum of dormant machinery. In the simulator room, George sat rigid, sleeves rolled, eyes locked on the screen. “Normal people go home,” you murmured. “We’re not normal people,” he replied, unblinking. When you leaned in, noting his long hours, he removed the headset, voice stripped of defense: “I just want it to be right.” Hands on his arms offered solace. The polished facade cracked, revealing raw vulnerability. He stood, hugging you tightly. “I hate not winning.” “I know.” “I’m close.” “I know.” Tension melted. He brushed a strand of hair from you's face. “Stay a bit?” “Only if you take a break.” A small smile. “You drive a hard bargain.” Leaning back, they spoke of everything but…