Episode 2
Chloe goes on vacation and I dare to spy again
Done with Halloween party, which turned out to be much better than I had expected. Kevin couldn’t arrange a Mark Antony costume, so he arrived as an Anubis and that got all the attention he needed. I as well got quite a bunch of compliments as Cleopatra, especially the shiny dark hair (fake of course) of the queen made a sensation looking very sensual together with my green eyes.
Not without jealousy had I noticed many girls hitting on Kevin, and him being all smiles, cause, you know, the image of a popular guy includes stuff like that.
But the feeling didn’t come from my heart, as it normally happens when you are deeply in love, sort of pumping through your veins and making you angry. This time it was like not wanting to share your personal belongings. Like being angry at someone trying to steal your bike in front of your eyes. I let it go too quickly. And it made our evening even more pleasant. We danced a lot, got some Sparkling wine from a bat decorated bottle, met heck lot of new people and ended up passing out at Kevin’s place.
He has a fantastic duplex apartment, very modern, in light tones and with a lot of metal everywhere. It feels like a hotel where you come to have some fun, but lacks the authenticity and coziness which usually hide in little sweet details. Hundred percent bachelor apartment with a great De'Longhi coffee machine. Taking hot shower there in the morning felt so familiar already and so good after the rough night out. Standing under the thick shower rain and looking at the drops sliding down the glass door made me contemplate on the latest events of my life. I didn’t feel lost, but it definitely wasn’t a cloud number nine as well. Thankfully no more messages from the parallel universe arrived and I had a totally Robert free week (Lizzy went to get new photo material to some rural parts of Manchester, and I was to prepare the stories to share with the followers), but I won’t lie – my mind brings him up regularly and I have begun seeing his silhouette in the crowded streets of Oldham’s downtown, thinking he might have come to see his family or old British friends. On remembering this I wanted to wash my head on the inside also, gosh, why hasn’t anyone created a brain shampoo?