The tension hovering around you, despite all this friendly holiday atmosphere, could be touched with your hand. You were sitting on pins and needles, thinking about a lot of things, more specifically, whether this woman would like the dress you wore tonight, and when she would finally come so that you would stop fake smiling at every colleague.

It wasn't necessary to come to the restaurant, you knew that for sure, and you didn't want to touch alcohol at all, even if everyone was drinking to the successful return of friends from Alcatraz. After all, you were only here to see her.

When Jill enters, she immediately attracts your attention, forcing you to follow her every step or movement. When she sits down at the table, talking about something with Chris, your mouth seems to dry up, and your fingers squeeze the fabric of the dress on your lap. Maybe she catches your look, feels it, but she definitely won't say anything about it right now and at the same second.