SIMON

Simon drank his last drink at the bar. Tomorrow he would be off on his flight across the world. Tomorrow the memories of Emmy would be gone, left in the past. She probably forgot about him already. But would he ever be able to forget about her? He didn’t even really want to drink tonight. Even alcohol had lost its appeal.

He didn’t even notice the girl sitting down next to him at the bar, watching him now and then until she spoke.

“Where’s your girlfriend tonight?”

“Huh? Are you talking to me?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Really? Then whose that girl that’s always here. I thought you guys were dating.”

“Oh, Emmy,” he said. “She’s a...w...

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