Where had I seen her before? Blonde hair, blue eyes, slim shape. I sit at the table where all the 3 of us wear black. I say hello to her friend, to her. Her friend’s name is Lim, her’s Elin. They are both Swedish so we talk about crayfish and Ikea, in what must have been 15 minutes of small talk. Where had I seen her before?
A few weeks ago she sat next to me when I visited the Oak House office. This was when I was looking for a flat. That day we talked briefly. What a coincidence to see her here. Surrounded by my ex-coworkers. Her friend is one of my best-friend’s ex-girlfriend’s friend. Or they met once, follow each other on Instagram—I’m not sure.
“You’ve had sex with her!?” Álvaro asked when I told him this. Loudly and within everyone’s ear range. I said no. What an idiot. I’ll miss him. 20 minutes later Lim and Elin had to leave to another party.
We sang Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen at the karaoke. It was a magical, bonding moment.
This is not my party, but I share some hosting responsibility with my brother Álvaro. One of our guests was getting too intimate with another guest. I talk to her. She said he tried to kiss her despite her having a boyfriend.
We go to the club, I kiss her for the first time.