Feeling a little tipsy already, I shamelessly ask him, "Miss me already?"
He smiled and opened the champagne bottle and caused it to overflow. I don't know why it feels fun to see, but I will have to go with the flow. After all, I'm here for the festival.
He pours some champagne on each glass and offers the other one to me. I accepted, and we made a toast before drinking the entire content of the glass. It looks like we're having a drinking contest now.
Bar tables now replaced the dinner tables, and I don't know how it just happened. Everyone is drinking now and enjoying the party. It looks like this festival is a lot more modern than I expected it to be.
"Let's have another glass," Marcus said and filled our glass with champagne again.
As if it seems that I can't say no to him. So,
