“Not from me, by any chance, are you hiding?” He scans me with a stern look.
“You spread such rumors about us that we’d be better off going to the registry office than playing hide-and-seek. What do you think?”
“I think drinking is bad—even at a wedding of your best friend. Because it seems I slept with the groom’s father. I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything at all…”
“But should I ask him about it now?”
—Nothing will work out! — I object in a hurry.
—I’m busy! I already have five dates planned for this week!
—Hmm, — he stretches thoughtfully, — and, as I understand it, the weekends are free.
“So… something was between us after all?” He frowns, and, perhaps, that is the most eloquent answer.