Twenty-five: Nathan

“Where’s Linnea?” Henry wonders. Our parents left us at the table a while ago.

“I don’t know,” I say, looking for her in the crowd. I’m now more attracted to this genius lady more than I ever was. She has built herself a great reputation over the years, but seeing how she gets praised whenever we meet somebody she has once worked with says more about her success. She’s way out of my league. Why would she even give me her attention?

“Isn’t that Julian Whitlock she’s standing with?” Henry almost spits his drink upon hearing me. What’s wrong? “Fuck! That’s her ex,” he says and quickly turns to march towards them, but I stop him.

“I’ve got this,” I say, taking one last sip of my champagne before marching towards them. She has never said anything about her ex and frankly, I don’t even remember his name, but I do remember something. One time my parents and I had a day out at the golf club with her family. As usual, I planned on annoying her, but Henry told me that