Tony let go of my neck and slapped me on the back like a father sending his onto a football pitch. “Take it easy, man”
He saunters across the floor of the kebab shop as if he was some aristocrat waltzing across a ballroom. I wasn’t really sure where he was headed but I was mesmerized nonetheless, the way he moved with ghostly elegance, just as he looked like he was going to walk straight into the queue of people, the line shuffled forwards to leave an inch of space through which Tony spins sideways and slots right through. As he spun to face forwards again, the ends of his coat lifted and rippled like the fins of a cuttlefish.
Before I knew it, Tony had hooked a girl who had been leaning against the wall. What she was doing there, I will never know, perhaps just waiting for someone to blow this joint with. She had golden hair and this most delicate fringe.
As Tony floated towards the exit of the restaurant I managed to see the face of the girl with the fringe. There was nothing there, no excitement, no thrill and no, not even any resignation just a painfully neutral blank stare.
I turn back to Sofie to check my sanity. She was still smiling at what was left of her kebab. Jesus Christ, Sofie.