The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

A blinkin smile lightened Meli's face up; she opened the card up again to look further the words so perfectly drawed there in clear calligraphy, then the smile got bigger, and her cheeks turned slightly to red.
Her voice was quite low that evening, and her commitment was to complete the short dissertation for the Social Psychology Test:
"I've got no time for his little games tonight..."
But to call him would have been useless. The concept of givin up wasn't his cup of tea and if she would have tried to dismiss the invitation, without warning him about the refusal, she wouldn't have talked with him for the whole week after. And she had to connect the computer still...
Well, but all said and done, ten pm were quite far away to come still, she could have done it, startin straight to write down her essay.
Pc would have remained a bit more on the floor, and Ilaria was about to come back, she was going to help.
Melania looked quickly at all the boxes left on the floor, with their envelopes and plastic to protect and she felt embarassed by the chaos: three weeks that they were living outside their parental houses and their new home was already a mess.
Eh, if her mum, who was living not distantly, would have come in to pay a sudden visit, the epilogue (after a call to the ridding company) would have looked like a scene that was common sight when she was a child: a traction of an unwilling screaming one from the other,firmly resolved to not pay attention to the theatrical reaction of the daughter.Meli laughed loud at the memory, while sitting at the desk to write down at typewriter...she stood again up only hours after,keepin the finished work in her hands.
She felt satisfied of herself for targeting the aim, and she asked Ilaria a glass of the cherry juice they had discovered the first day they went into a mall to buy all they were needing in the new house.
"It looks like red wine doesn't it?"
"You're right Meli, it certainly does. Listen girl, I am out with Pippo.. but I can't tell if we're gonna come tonight, it's up to him to choose this time!"
"No probs dear... and just between me and you, I have not made my mind up yet about going myself either. Go, and if you don't feel like not even coming back HERE, well... stay out!!!"
Ilaria rebuked her but with moustaching smile so Meli had the exact perception she wouldn't have appeared again before the following day.As soon as Ilaria exited from the door, she flashed in the bathroom to take herself a shower, and wearing a cute outfit for the night out she stepped out, waiting for a taxy to reach the location.
The place was packed, as usual. 200 people selected were all in. Melania made her way indifferent to the flattering screaming that people seated at the table on the right side of the stairway addressed to her and got fast till the end of the hall where an heavy curtain of darkblue velvet was the barrier to customers.
"Dark Side of the Moon... I still stand by my opinion: too stilted for this place..."
A deep voice filled the room at her back:
"Maybe: but that was my first idea and you know,Davide thought it was a great one. It's not my job to baptize clubs, though Pink Floyd after all should be everyone's favourite band..."
Jacob: that industrious braggart...
"I am not meant to trash your ego hon..."
Jacob: tall and fit, the black shirt just slightly opened, darkgrey trousers nor stretch nor baggy with trendy turn-ups, and their thin belt with discreet yet so well known buckle. Then Jacob, so proud of his tribal tatto of a ring on the medium finger, that he had got in Polinesia: proud and amused, whenever he was to show it in detail to some friend, to send 'em nasty vibe by isolating the exact finger up to their faces.
"You look fine tonight..."she said removing her eyes from his persona"I would have made a mistake in not coming here."
"Oh, I was sure yours was just a façade kind of hesitancy...They're waiting for you outta there!"
"Façade? No way! I am telling you again: I am not gonna sing tonight. I have no high tones..."
"You always say that: then each single time you take the mic nevertheless.You're not that original, you admit it..."