It’s 12:40 am on February first.
I’m at a bar when I’m usually in bed, but my friend has come to see me. She even had her boyfriend fly across the country to meet me (I’m supposed to pass judgment apparently).
They obviously like each other a great deal, but she’s made an effort to walk as much with her arm in mine as his.
He seems kind.
I’m humbled by her respect for my opinion, and affection in coming to visit.
To friendship, even as I third wheel ~