After talking to Owen, Ryan came to the table to sit where other of his middle school friends gathered. All of them wore formal suit and gowns, making him looking strange in that environment. The classical music playing in the background enveloped the mood of the dinner party.
Ryan found a seat at the very corner of the table. Crouching into it, he fit himself into that small place in between two groups of friends. His both sides were busy in their own world, some were hitting on the girls sitting right beside them and some were enjoying the ecstasy of the dishes.
Moments later, Linda came to that corner, walking behind the guys sitting there, brushing her hand on the chairs behind their head. She sat right beside him on the vacant seat, carrying a glass of red wine in her tender hands.
She put the glass down, slightly sliding it to him. “You can’t be drinking water tonight. Here,” she put forward the glass in front of him, offering red wine which he never drank before.