>Hey, it’s me Timothy. Are you fine?< ‘Creative, dude,’ he thought. As he finished the two little sentences, he was just as embarrassed as relieved. Then he waited for a reply. The day began to fade and evening came, it got dark outside. Still, Timothy laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting. ‘Even here it can be kind of beautiful.’ The night sky had a dark blue with only few stars visible. Yet, the little play of the yellow and white lights from the cars that passed and reflected on the window, it reminded him of his… little eye-catch. ‘Soothing.’ He loved such a view. While it was simple for many, for him those lights symbolized a kind of company. Or at least, not being alone.

A call came in, he looked at his phone. ‘It’s really him?’ And he answered.

“Hello?” he said. “Hi, it’s me. Sorry for calling so late. Already asleep?”

Timothy shook his head, of course… no one could see. “N-no, just relaxed a bit. Are you better yet?”

The little boy on the other side took a moment of breathing. The words did not come easily, either by exhaustion or worry, to say something wrong. But listening to his words again, gave Timothy a slight feeling of happiness back. One, that made even the rusty, old apartment shine a bit.

He just took the initiative. “Were you really not in trouble… back then, I mean? With your Grandfather?”

“No, no. It’s all good, trust me. It’s just… I was a bit under pressure I guess. A new country, I’m not really used to. And then my upcoming job… then I dumped this all on you, just a stranger. Totally stupid, right? And…”

‘Mere strangers we are…’ A little word, that had more impact, he could imagine.

“I want to say, I’m just sorry, nothing more.” He stopped with speaking. A few seconds, that felt like minutes, took Timothy by surprise. As if this was a call to say goodbye, and nothing else.

“Don’t worry, I’m forgiving, so it’s okay. Also, it was fun but yeah… strange of course. Just focus on your career and such. I’ll as well.”

But then Chandler interrupted. “Wait, not so fast. I’d really like to meet you, maybe tomorrow, Saturday. If you’d like, of course. If I… annoy you or something like that… you just need to tell me.”

Again, a little thing, that put back a smile on his face. “I’d really like to. Then see you tomorrow?” “Great! Yeah. See you tomorrow. At Loghan’s Park perhaps? At the morning would be great, wanted to go there for a long time.”

“Great. Then we meet there. See you tomorrow,” Timothy said. He hung up.

‘Why am I feeling this mixed-up?’