“Dude, where were you last night.” He turned, his lightblue eyes looking calmly from under his cap. “I just had to work this morning, you know”, he answered. He didn’t assume the boys would understand, they had no problem going to work with a hangover. These were the moments he felt so much more mature than his friends. If he wanted to he could join in the conversation but he thought it was a bit wearisome, usually he would hop in and out of the student modus. Around him they continued to boast, the boys with rolling r’s, Giselle with her Belgian accent and a hoarse voice from partying. She clearly enjoyed hearing her own voice, he thought amused. He was an observer and had accepted his role as being a-little-different long ago. It usually brought him opportunities, people thought he was interesting, mysterious. He felt he was a little boring sometimes, but well, he had always been more mature than his peers. He was used to his role, he had grown into it. Amused he looked around, they were so easy to read.
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