We joined the others, paid the bill and left the place. Matthew and Theo left on their own, arm in arm, as drunk as they were empty-handed.
Finally, no Uber or metro for us. It’s Lucie who drives Tony’s Clio and accompanies us near the street where our building is. Tony snores on the passenger side. Goodbyes are quick.
I discovered the neighbourhood in the middle of the night. It’s still very lively. It’s almost one o’clock in the morning. We pass couples, groups of friends, single people, drunk people… In front of the door of the building, Jacky waits for a moment before typing in the code. He turns to me, hesitating.
“Maddie, it’s late. I know Rosie is hosting you, but do you want to sleep over with me instead? Yes, I know, it’s your apartment, not mine,” he corrects himself, anticipa
