It was a warm summer evening. Oscar was wide awake and unable to sleep. He stood outside on the balcony, still in the clothes from the party earlier that evening. Breathing in the summer air, he allowed himself to reminisce what had previously happened. Laughter, smiles… and a face that always looked like someone that should never have been there. Come on, he even danced with that face and he had been too caught up in not tripping over his feet or someone else’s he had not taken in the details of the face and who was holding his hands so delicately.

He wished he had now. That stranger, as soon as the dance was done, had faded away into the darkness.