Chapter 10

• Tonight, the place was packed, with so many people dancing underneath the stage where a guy with a guitar sang about love with closed eyes. The stirring rhythms of light punk rock went perfectly with light beer. We took a higher seat - there were fewer people on the second floor, and the view was better.
• "I don't know who they are, but their songs are great," Veronica danced, and I moved in sync with the music.
• The beer ran out quickly, and we headed for the lounge bar. There were red leather couches, soft music blaring from the speakers, and sweet hookah smoke. It was impossible to find an empty table here, so the only option was to sit at the bar. Veronica told another incredibly funny incident that happened to her at work. She was a master of fuck up. We laughed and had a great time. I knew that people would definitely come to meet us; I could see the interested looks of the guys at different tables.