>>5841389>>5841906>>5842050>>5842352>"how about we meet tonight? We can buy the calendar">"do not worry. I'll be at my best behaviour tomorrow"You look at the phone screen, expecting their reply as soon as you answer them. You blink and sip your strong, black coffee. You take a deep breath. Memories flood your mind on what happened yesterday and your heart skips a bit. A weird sensation you can't go off. It's fine. You are just overthinking and it's early in the morning, you're getting your first cup of coffee and soon your thoughts will re-arrange.
Or you try to re-arrange them. Another ping on your phone and you look at it in an incredible speed.
"Yes, sure! I'd love to see you again! I know a cute bookshop at Eerie Street and best of all? It's open 'til late at night. They serve a delicious coffee in those italian vintage expresso machine. You gonna love it!", "Meet me at Grand station, around 8pm?", Kimberly. She doesn't hide her excitement and this energy infects you. You feel yourself smiling, even if your lips don't move a bit. You confirm your appointment.
"I hope so. I wanna see all of your good behavour, Mr. Moore. Dinner time, at my apartment. Tomorrow", Peter. You can see all conotations on what he wrote on that message and damn, and he knows what he damn wants. But this is a problem for the You of tomorrow. You confirm the appointment and dinner. Hey, at least it's free dinner from a rich guy! Let's see what he'll serve for you tomorrow.
Some movement can be heard coming from the sofa. Robert grunts and moves his nose, detecting the rejuvenating smell of fresh and strong coffee in the morning. "What time is it?", his eyes are still close in a failed attempt to get more sleep. Ah, you know pretty well this expression. He can't go back to the world of peaceful dreams, just like you.
"It's early. We still have time before the morning meeting"
"Why do you wake up so early?"
"Force of habit"
"How? You were wasted"
"Strong genes?", you smile and chuckles.
"Good one. Fuck you, Ryan", he smiles too and covers his eyes with his forearm. You keep smiling and go get a cup of coffee for him. Robert open his eyes and sits slowly on the sofa. "What's with you? Sucked a dick to be in such good humour?"
"Can't do a gentle act for my work friend now?"
"Don't know, man. This is pretty suspicious. Did you put poison here?", he teases you.
"Yes. Viagra. I wanna see how hard your dick can get"
"Fag", he laughs and you follow him. "But serious, what happened? You came to me sad and guilty for letting me down when I needed the most. What's with that?"
"I ate a brownie. A special brownie Buddha made. Last guy who ate went to space and talked to greek philosophers about the meaning of life for three days or whatever"
"And you are normal now, not high, not wasted... Nothing?"
