I could see the city in full lights from his balcony. Kind of soothing and I finally was able to loose some of that nervousness I had brought up earlier.

Flipping some ash into the empty cup in my hand, I looked over my shoulder into the living room. There he was, lying on the sofa, sleeping. He must’ve been very tired, passing out like that. But it was better than the feeling I had down in my stomach, coming here and into his apartment for the first time. Not that I thought that something would’ve happened, but on the other hand, him falling asleep, left me in an uncomfortable situation.

I liked him. I liked him a lot. And I pretty much could be sure of the fact, that he felt the same thing. But what to do? Should I leave? Not that I wanted to. But on the other hand, what kind of impression would I give?

I told myself to stop worrying about that, for at least another cigarette. Reaching in my pocket for my lighter, I turned back to the far away lights of the city. They were very soothing indeed…