Due to the nature of our relationship, I am free to accept his offer without being concerned about the upcoming two months. "Sounds fun."
Because I'm a musician, he probably has the impression that I enjoy opera. I'm not a big fan, but I keep quiet about it because he seems happy about it.
We continue to drink two more beers while chatting about a wide variety of topics. Because he is reserved, I am unsure whether he is being completely honest with me.
The song "Jolene" by Dolly Parton is playing on my purse. It's my mother's ringtone, and although I'm not sure if it's a good idea to talk to her after having a few beers, I decide to answer the call anyway because it's been almost a year since we've had a conversation since I moved to Canada.
I give a hug to Stephan. Apologies. Since it
