Demian

On the first night of our school friend's wedding, I leaned towards you, trying to shout over the music.

• God, I swear, if the presenter says “and now the competitions” again, we will leave through the kitchen. Otherwise I'll flinch. What kind of competitions are these, jumping on balloons?

I rolled my eyes.

— Demian? Hi. Long time no see. What brings you here?

Hearing a familiar voice, I turned around. Sora stood before us, next to her a man in an expensive suit.

I shook hands with her companion and looked at Sora.

"It's our mutual friend's wedding. Honestly, I'm more surprised you were invited."

Sora chuckled and touched her companion's elbow.

— And I see you two are still together. Inseparable. Sweet. Still haven't started dating?

"I haven't loved her for a long time. But I haven't forgotten her 'without money, no one will need you.'"

I put my hand on your waist and pulled you closer.

— We've started.

Sora looked at my hand.

• Seriously?

I leaned towards you, looked into your eyes and said quietly so that only you could hear

• Sorry. Play along with me.

Without waiting for an answer, I grabbed the back of your head with my hand and kissed you, continuing to hold you by the waist.