Carl
“It’s her birthday today, Carl, it’s her eighteenth year birthday, stay calm, stay cool.” I muttered to myself as I watched my backyard transformed by late afternoon.
There were loud music from portable speakers as dozens of Riley’s friends splashed in the pool and lounged on the deck chairs.
She had said just few friend would show up, but this wasn’t few, this seem to be half the student from her school.
Girls and boys run in and out with pizza, drinks, my whole apartment spelled of sunscreen and food.
Everywhere I looked was bikinis, and I couldn’t stop them, she said just for a few hours, and I have to bear with it.
I retreated to the far side of the patio with a drink in hand and my laptop open, pretending to work, pretending not to watch Riley, but it was impossible.
She
