Two Lives, One Friendship, No Regrets - iv

The evening turned out OK. He got to talk to old friends he hadn’t seen in years and the ones he saw whenever he gave himself the chance. It was great to catch up with friends and hearing them about their lives. It helped put perspective on his life and how it wasn’t really getting anywhere socially speaking.

Later on in the night he took a stroll along the garden path outside the venue. It wasn’t anything grand. He situated himself against the brick fence and began to light up a smoke.

That’s when he spotted her, Georgia. Looking back to the entrance he had watched her leave the reunion with Ryan. He was now standing in the darkness behind one of the stone pillars outside the venue. Cigarette crushed out beneath his shoe.

What did you expect? He asked himself. He didn’t have a clue.

Walking back into the smaller crowd a wave caught his eye and he waved back.
"Hey Fresca," he greeted her as she approached.
They began gabbing and catching up. So engrossed, she left the reunion with him and they went to her place for a nightcap.

The way he spent tonight wasn’t something he did. On his usual days or evenings away from work he’d spend it planning and forecasting his upcoming meetings in his head.

Tonight, he let loose and gave in to the temptation of having a beauty by his side - at least for tonight.