033: An Evening of Might've Beens
It wasn't that they didn't know each other or anything. They had been in the same group of friends for a couple of years. They knew that one was picky about fast food and the other loved it. They knew that one liked alcohol and the other didn't. They just hadn't tried to hang out alone before.
When they did, they were surprised. The one who didn't like fast food ate the most of it. The one who didn't like alcohol got tipsy. Sufficiently full and comfortable, with each their bottle of beer and a plate of biscuits, they talked about likes and dislikes, sang along to old songs, and laughed and danced until well past midnight.
The next day she returned to her studies, and his special someone came back from a weekend away. It had been a fun evening and they had worked surprisingly well—almost like clockwork. For one evening they had been on the same wavelength, and who knows, perhaps it might have been a good friendship. But life caught up with them, and they never did it again.
Written by: Katrine H.
When they did, they were surprised. The one who didn't like fast food ate the most of it. The one who didn't like alcohol got tipsy. Sufficiently full and comfortable, with each their bottle of beer and a plate of biscuits, they talked about likes and dislikes, sang along to old songs, and laughed and danced until well past midnight.
The next day she returned to her studies, and his special someone came back from a weekend away. It had been a fun evening and they had worked surprisingly well—almost like clockwork. For one evening they had been on the same wavelength, and who knows, perhaps it might have been a good friendship. But life caught up with them, and they never did it again.
Written by: Katrine H.
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