Spying (3)

The girl looked happy as she began to speak. "So, are we going?" she asked, biting her lip.

Achim looked at her with mixed emotions. "Not this weekend…"

The girl's expression became annoyed: "Oh, c'mon, we stopped going there almost a month ago…"

"I can't go now…" Achim said.

"What about next week?" the girl asked.

The girl leaned in closer, her expression excited. "We will go, right?"

Achim sighed; he knew he couldn't say no to her anymore. "Why do you want to go there so badly?"

The girl shrugged with a mischievous smile on her face. "What do you mean, why? Everyone else is going. Besides, there is alcohol there, great music, and many people!"

Achim shook his head, a hint of disapproval in his voice. "I have alcohol in the cabinet over there if you want it…"

The girl pouted but quickly regained her composure. "Yeah, but we do not have the same freedom as there… Besides, I want to dance a little bit and just have fun," the girl said, smiling excitedly.