He went home from the night of tired but elated, surprised but unsure what had just happened.
"Nothing has happened..." she had reminded him in an almost stern tone.
Hadn't it?... he thought, just a little more than a bit confused.
Oh well... there's a small chance where before there was none, he told himself as he set aside a somewhat large amount of resources in his head for the monthly flights back.
Ironically, it was just about the amount of the pay increase he had fought for in the new job.
Money is meant to be spent, told the boy to himself as he penned the secret budget in his head.
Then the phone buzzed... announcing the arrival of an sms,
Hey, happy belated b'day.
Still on for dinner tomorrow night?
!!! He had completely forgotten he had made dinner plans with Jata...
the boy pondered for a good 5 seconds and then made an important decision, then turning off the lights he tried to catch some sleep.
~~~
The dinner was good, the company and conversation decent.
He had delayed it as long as he could... he just wasn't very good at some things... most things.
So, about the whole "us" and getting to know each other thing... he started (or something along those lines)
Conversation limped across for the rest of the night, each party lying about how it was better this way and the friendship would still be maintained.
He remembers turning back on the smoking bridge and walking back to his car, knowing deep down he had done the right thing.
~~~
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