I sat down silently next to Jake on the chair. Jonathan passed me his beer.
"Oh, thanks." I thanked him. He just shrugged his shoulders. It seemed like it was becoming the standard answer to anything. I took a sip but then I realised how thirsty I was. I took one more good sip and put down the glass. It was almost empty.
"Are you ok?" Jake asked me - the first words of the evening he addressed to me. Oh god, not again. I didn't want to talk again about my well-being.
"I am fine, Jake," I replied. I could feel him warming my side, we were sitting very close. Actually, our legs were touching. When did that happen? Was it him or me who moved closer? I decided not to pay attention to it. First, it was quite nice to sit so close to Jake and second, it didn't matter. Instead, I was trying to
