"Sleep it off!"
A pillow flew out from nowhere right at his face. It was the first time she ever sent him to sleep on the couch. That reminded him awfully of her parents. Not his, though, it was not Jameson-style.
Ed managed to grab Anna's hand and pulled her closer at least that's what he tried to do. But she escaped and set opposite on a chair.
"I've had enough."
In a blink of an eye, Ed sobered up. What's with this strange female habit? The say it as if they mean "it's over."
"What's wrong?" He asked her as smooth as he could.
Breath, one, two.
Seems like his palms are getting cold. The guide said that the winters are mild in Belgium. Does it feel like mild? How long has he been running?
"You are acting like a teenager. Hanging out with your friends all night."
No, that was not it, that drove him round the bend. There was another phrase, how did it go…
Darren H . Pryce
"They are not your match."
He tried really hard to understand what exactly she's been trying to tell him. But, hell, who does she think he is?
"Why can you not surround yourself by people like… Tom, for example?"
Thomas Auksley - he's a son of her dad's business partner. Well, he's kind of a fun fellow. Smart sprightly. A classic bad example, though. They could've had a lot in common, if Ed was still twenty. And that was exactly the time he acted like a teenager.
He could't hold it anymore.
"You want me to sniff coke and fuck hookers?"
No surprises - those were Auksley's usual habits. Not just his, it was more of a family tradition. Anna, on the other side, looked absolutely astonished. Like she never knew it…
Breath, damn, threw of time.
Ed stopped and caught himself gazing at the drumly sky. Calm and sightly. Did he ever need anything else?
"You have no idea, what you're saying! It's all them, your friends, right? Did they tell you that?"