Neither at night, nor on the way to the university, I could not think of a tactic for how I could manage to get an invitation to a party. Okay, let's say that at night my thoughts were occupied with something else. I confess. Like a schoolgirl in love, I lay in bed remembering our kiss and could not stop running my fingers over swollen lips. Oh, very bad comparison, very. Not only am I not a schoolgirl, but even more so I am not in love. It is so? It was very difficult for me to answer this question, even to myself.

So now I was very glad that...