Sitting in the corner, watching the crowd. Friends, coworkers and a handful of girls I got to know slightly better. I'm watching them calmly, all those characters who have been shaping my life since I moved here four years ago.
— I'm feeling honoured being invited, — one of my colleagues tells me few minutes later. — I really am.
It's surprising but touching to hear and I'm glad they're having fun. They're blending together, many of them having never met each other before. I divide my time and speak to everybody, introducing folks when necessary. It's smooth.
— Can I sleep at your place? — It's hard to believe I'm asking this just a couple of weeks after I decided not to be visiting her anymore and kept refusing her invitations.
— Rather not. — She's firm and I know I should not argue. A kiss on the cheek and she's gone.
Still, somehow I feel much better than two weeks ago.
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