He stumbled out, red cup in hand.
The girl called his name but he no longer cared about her.
He pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number, his heart racing.
She answered and her voice calmed him instantly.
“How are you?”, she asked. He wanted to tell her he missed her. He loved her. But the words remained, as always, at the tip of his tongue till he fell asleep to her songs.