We are sitting in the café with our drinks in front of us talking about superficial things. Then there is a shot period of silence and Mark asks, 'So how do you two know each other?' looking at Darin and me.
'Mmm,' I mumble. Darin is a bit faster than me as he answers, 'We know each other from choir in school.'
'Yeah!' I add.
'Cool! And how is choir? I didn't know you can sing Darin? I myself never sang in a choir so do you like it?' Marks is somehow very interested in the choir.
'He... is brilliant. He is very talented!' I say this time.
I can see Darin blushing at the other side of the table. 'Thanks. But you have to know Jean is very good as well. We actually sing a duet in the musical we do together,' he explains.
'Wow! Let me know when the show takes place. I definitely want to go and see it.' 'I will let you know,' Darin tells Mark.
Then the conversation goes on and it's strangely casual to be around Darin and even talk to him.
Later in the evening I'm back at home sitting at my desk in order to write Darin an email.
'To: Darin@mail.co.uk
From: Jean@mail.co.uk
Dear Darin,
I had great fun today. How about you?
Mark is so cool. I do really like him. He is a good friend, isn't he? I totally forgot to ask how you got know each other?!
I'm really looking forward to our choir session on Monday as it is a acting session only. But I'm kind of nervous as well because we never had an acting session before and I'm always a bit scared and don't really have the heart to do it properly. What do you think about the acting session. Do you look forward to it or are you a bit scared like me as well?
See you on Monday.
Yours, Jean'
'Send!'
I know I shouldn't have sent this email. But I really have to talk to him. I need to know what he thinks and I really want to read something from him.
I know it's not right after what he did. But I want to forgive him and just be friends with him and be able to talk to him.
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Cyber Love
Roman d'amourI can’t! I just can’t! I’m walking up and down in my room with the telephone in my hand, ready to phone someone. I mean not just someone, someone special: Darin. I’m taking a deep breath of fresh air and I press the first number. I realise that my...
