56-Irony

He took a swig from his bottle and stared up at the ceiling.

“What are you drinking?” I asked him.

“A little something from the corner store.”

“Why, are you drinking?”

He shrugged. “Stressed, I guess.”

“Why are you stressed?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He gestured at my attire.

“I thought you didn’t care.”

“I don’t.” He said. “Well, at least I thought I didn’t, until today. I dressed up and all, but I just couldn’t go. I didn’t want to be there and-“

He stopped mid-sentence, sighed and looked away.

“And what?”

“See you get married to someone else.” I didn’t know whether it was him speaking or