With my overanalysis of what happened at that party that had kept me up all night, I woke up late and missed my first two classes in the morning. I just had to make up for our next meeting.
This day did pass without a hiccup excluding my mental lapse while discussing the lesson. At least, I was able to recover fast and get on with the class discussion, hoping my students wouldn’t notice it.
I was already inside my car, ready to go home since our agreed arrangement was only on Monday and Friday Luther could drop me off at the University and back to my apartment. I was actually grateful for these few precious moments I could spend with myself. Most of my free time, I was always with Luther like every night, he’d go straight to my apartment after his work and we’d have our dinner together.
