It's almost evening. The sun melting down the green hills, orange and purple colour has brushed the sky making it seem like from Van Gogh painting.

And there goes, Sebastian and you caught up in this moment, walking together to find your car. You both keep unwillingly bumping into each other more than often now. First at the traffic jam, then at the jazz club, and now here after a party.

"Some other girl and I would have loved this beautiful sky. But there's only you and I, and we have got no shots." He spoke calmly, but in way that says it loudly he's taunting you.

He shifted his navy blue coat over his right arm, as you pressed the key fob for your car. "What a waste of a lovely night!" His tone was ironic, as if he were laughing at the situation itself.