but with my studies, my obligations and an
upcoming graduation, I can’t afford the time off as
frequently as before. We talk on Skype a few
nights a week and we get along, despite the
distance. We’re like two friends, and I don’t mind
that. I miss her, of course I do, but my father never
had me want for anything and we have so many
things in common.
Nate and I met at university. He’s getting his
doctorate in biology. We fell in love, spending
nights at the library studying, and going to
conventions. Ours is an intellectual love, if you
want to know the plain truth. I went to live in his
apartment when my dad decided to leave. We
rented our house in Malahide and I went to live in
Whitehall, just a few steps from my building, but I
continued working here three nights a week,
despite the inconvenience of having to travel. It’s
partly because I like being independent, having an
income and showing my father I’m not the spoiled
child he thinks I am, and also because I guess I’ve
grown to like this place, the guys, Rain,
everything.
I open the pub door when I realize I’ve only got
last night’s socks on my feet.Brrr,I hope
somebody cleaned up after I left. I try not to think
about it and take a few steps towards the counter
where the coffee machine is calling me. I grab a
filter off the top shelf and prepare the coffee when
I hear something banging against the back door. I
