It was New Year’s Eve, a Thursday at the end of 2020. I didn’t have any plans because the pandemic was (and is) still on, and in any case I was working late that night. Just as I was winding up my laptop and thinking about what to do for dinner, there’s a surprise ring of the doorbell.
I open the door to see my girlfriend in a body-fitting purple dress (my favorite colour) that I’ve never seen before. It stops halfway to her knees and has short sleeves, zips halfway down the back and hugs her figure perfectly.
“Surprise!” she says, grinning. She hadn’t told me she’s coming over.
We sit and chill as she straight away gets to crushing and rolling some weed, raising our voices so we can hear each other over the music blasting across my floor. I hadn’t made any plans, but some of my neighbors were going all out, and now that she was here it actually made for a pleasant, party-like background to the evening.