Content

Sitting on the sofa, facing each other. Her cousin is just a meter away checking his Facebook account, entertaining the party with details of his life, e.g. dogs, work and home renovation to name a few.

I'm hardly listening. I'm only capable of exchanging fleeing glances with her and an occasional random smile. After all, that's all I long for.

She wants me to stay over but won't let me sleep in her bed; not tonight. Nevermind. Instead, she's stroking me as I'm laying my head down, then disappearing in the other room a minute later.

So little and so much happened in last twenty-four hours. I'm leaving her place before she wakes up early in the morning. The city is bathing in autumn fog but I cannot care less.

I'm at peace with myself and everything around: content with whatever's happening and whatever is or is not to come.

Game

The very last warm night of summer. Sitting high above the city, late at night. She led me over and I have no clue if this is just a friendly walk or something deeper. How the heck should I know? Guys are generally the last ones to figure out what's going on. And I've only known her for few hours.

She hints there's a boyfriend. But she gives me her number. She seems to like spending more time with me. But her body language is eerily neutral. She's evasive. But asking me if I'd stay over…

I just don't know. Well, whatever. I'm game, that's the point. Definitely game again.

At the party

— What do you do?, she asks.

— I fly around, courtesy of a multi-national corporation, enjoying posh hotels, quality food and great wine. I do nothing, in fact, not because I'm smart enough but because I've been shown how to forward emails.

She looks puzzled.

— Nuh, I'm just pulling your leg. I work 14 hours shifts, starting with Red Bull sans vodka at 7 and returning totally destroyed late in the evenings. You know, like, kaput! And then I answer emails till 2 a.m., but hey, that's just a hobby.

She looks even more puzzled.

No, this ain't the way. I should have known better.