We were sitting outside tonight at Sharon's party, Ziming and I. She was smoking and I was drinking a glass of red wine.
She told me that she liked seeing me a little bit drunk this past Tuesday and that she was sad she missed seeing me that way on Saturday. I asked her why and she told me that she felt that when I'm drunk she could really get a sense of who I am but that she also saw a sadness in my eyes that worried her. I said nothing and she said that she had perhaps misread my face.
I didn't know what to say to this so I just sipped my wine.
She told me that she liked seeing me a little bit drunk this past Tuesday and that she was sad she missed seeing me that way on Saturday. I asked her why and she told me that she felt that when I'm drunk she could really get a sense of who I am but that she also saw a sadness in my eyes that worried her. I said nothing and she said that she had perhaps misread my face.
I didn't know what to say to this so I just sipped my wine.
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