I felt a twisting sensation in my stomach. Maybe it was the alcohol but I'm pretty sure it was the girl that followed Tony home. My mind flitted to how it was with Lina. Just the joy of being in each other's company. The warmth and the trust. Intertwined fingers swinging freely by our sides. Unrestrained laughter. Proper cuddles. Lying next to each other in complete peace, legs weaved together like a braid. Surely that's what it was about wasn't? What was the point of going home with someone for anything less? Thinking about this depressed the shit out of me.
I shook my head and slapped some sobriety into my cheeks.
"Let's get out of here," I whisper as I guided Sofie towards the exit.
As soon as I opened the door we started kicking the air in front of us like cabaret girls, as per protocol. A cloud of hungry seagulls start dive bombing us. But since we were quite clever about the kicking, we connect with a couple of them with ease. The seagulls in Tromsø, you see, are not only extremely aggressive but the size of obese chickens. But as long as I had Sofie by my side, kicking away I felt fine - plus it was always good exercise after a kebab.