Another midweek afternoon. Another quiet hotel room. These daytime encounters always feel different than what people imagine nighttime hookups to be like. Im working nights at the factory so my body clock is totally backwards compared to normal folks.
Sophia was exactly on time. Professional. Dark hair pulled back. Smart black dress that looked like she could be heading to an office meeting instead of meeting me. We know the drill. Small talk first. Check in. Pretend were just two professionals having a business lunch except theres no lunch and definitely not business.
The Mercure off Broad Street is perfect for these meetings. Anonymous. Clean. Rooms that look exactly the same whether its 2pm or 2am. I like that. No drama. No fuss.
Sometimes I wonder if other night shift workers understand this weird world of daytime intimacy. When the rest of Birmingham is rushing around doing normal life stuff we have these quiet stolen moments. Our own strange little club of people awake and alive while everyone else sleeps or works.
Sophia was good. Professional. Knew exactly what I needed without me having to explain much. Thats the thing about experienced workers. They read you fast.
Then back to my night shift. Another strange day in the life of someone who lives backwards from the world.