Em (short for Emanuel)

I was on the the rooftop of the youth hostel I was staying in in Vienna. I have been there for a couple of weeks already and I’ve got my share of friends: Matt from Cali, Joao from Brazil, Kevin from Uk, and a bunch of other guys between 20-23, so around my age. We all have been getting along very well, young people being friendly and having a good time. It became a habit of hanging out on the rooftop around 6pm, drinking some beers together and planning the night ahead. Joao: “I feel like we could pre game at the usual bar and then head to the club, It’s Friday night, we can miss that.” Matt: “Agree, I need to meet some european beauties…” Kevin: “you say that every night.” Matt:”can’t back down now, can’t I?” Matt chuckles. Suddenly I hear Mia, the french girl, coming up from the stairs laughing and she shows up with a new girl… a really pretty new girl. Joao:”Lucky day bro.” He gestures the new girl to Matt. Like we didn’t noticed her already.