He stands in a crowd of friends, outwardly happy, confident
and fulfilled. He’s talented, handsome and going places, but there’s something
not quite right, and nobody else seems to be able to see it.
I catch him glancing at me. He knows that I know. I look
away, embarrassed at being caught catching him out. When I look up again, he
has turned his back on me but I know that he’s thinking about what just
happened.
What did just happen?
