“This retreat booked months ago, will I see you in two days at Eshtar Manor?” Tom asked his friend Martin over the phone, combing his dark hair and trying on different hats.
“I hope so, the cabin should be fun. Next town is miles away. Nothing to do but fish and wander the hills! Not even cell phones!” Martin said into his own cell phone.
“Yeah, dude, be sure to bring a lot of beer. I am. I won’t share if you don’t bring any. Don’t be a fuckface and bring nothing” Tom said.
“Will do. That was only that one time! See you there?”
“See you there, dude.” Tom ended the call. He stood in front of a mirror admiring washboard abs and square shoulders on his tall frame. His parents blessed him with good features even if they did take twenty-five years, but he still often felt awkward or bumbling around women.
He and Martin had booked the retreat for the end of June to hang out and fish one last time before they both parted ways. They both had finished graduate school and received their MBAs a month ago. Tom was starting his new office job in two months, while Martin would start in five weeks. He had to complete a training seminar before heading to the country.