A notes on him
" So, that's it? " I asked, trying not to look awkwardly. " Yeah, man ," he said. There was a moment of silence. I looked around while sitting on the bench. The evening walkers who come to the park already left. The sun had set, allowing the moonlight to take control. I had understood that our meeting would end soon. However, I thought I could extend it a few minutes if I continued to talk about things - those I saved to discuss when we meet. But I could not recall much, as if I seemed to forget them. It should not be a surprise to me. As I struggled to bring out some topics, we both rose. With no option left and no words to speak, I had to allow myself to ask " Shall we go? ". He agreed. Exactly a minute after we started moving away from each other, my lazy brain began to burst with a list of things that I had forgotten with top-notch precision (and zero spelling mistakes)... Hey, did you tell him about that new series? Those stupid colleagues you do