Holding tightly onto her had, I surfaced out of the crowd. She was still there smiling and we walked holding hands and letting them swing as if we were teenage lovers on a hot summer's day.
"So what was your favourite part of the festival?" she asks me.
"I guess it was right then, I'm not going to lie"
(And I wasn't)
She leaned her head to one side as she does and let out a barely audible "Aww". I felt like I was playing some tutorial to a video game where you just keep pressing the same button and you would somehow progress. I could say the most cheesy things and get away with it. It was wild.
She squeezed my hand and smiled.
"Yeah, that was mine too."
We were almost at the place where her parents were going to meet her. They had come from England just to see her which was quite sweet of them, I guess. I let go of her hand, to save her the embarrassment. We weren't teenagers after all, far from it.
And of course, there they were. I smartened up and decided to introduce myself. It must've looked ridiculous me trying to act all proper wearing torn up raving clothes with more glowsticks sticking out of my hair than medusa had snakes. I gave them a good English handshake, though, you know, to show that I meant business.