ARIA
Kieran and I circle around the room saying hi to people until we decide that we both had enough and he leaves to find his friends leaving me to find mine. Which is funny because I have none. Of my age that is. Back in the day, I used to have a best friend, but she moved to France with her family and all we have now are video chats once in a month or so. She is sympathetic with my situation but can’t help me from afar in any way. And if she was here… who know if we still would be friends…
“Bored?” uncle Connor appears out of nowhere with two glasses of champagne.
“Dying!” I admit, taking one from him.
“Perks of adult life,” he winks at me innocently as if he wasn’t the man who bought me and Kieran our first beers a few good years ago.
“At least something good today,” I
