I collapsed into the sagging sofa in the corner of the Vic bar, nearly spilling my pint of lager. Exams over, I felt I"d earned a rest, confident that I"d completed them well. I took a long, sweet, mouthful of cold bitter beer and must have audibly sighed.
“Satisfaction? Nothing like it.” Kent from my class sat down opposite me uninvited. Followed by Julia, beside me, and Matt, next to Kent.
“Here"s to the end of the year,” said Julia, raising her glass. The others joined her and they all brought their glasses clinking together in the middle of the table, letting out a short cheer.
I felt dumb not joining them. It was like ghosts coming back to haunt me. Julia"s black hair cut in an Oriental bob. The way Kent had a wide easy grin under his thick-rimmed specs. Matt"s strong African accen
