Game Night with some Wine

After I got the wine and several old card games from the cellar, I put them in the living room on the table in front of the sofa. Then I quickly get two wine glasses from the kitchen and pour the wine into them. Then I sit down on the sofa and lean back, relaxed. After a while I start playing around with my phone. I see that I have received three messages. Two from Mike, one of which is a picture file from the sport and a "Stay clean and take care of my mother, see you tomorrow ;-)" and then another message from Laura.

“What of Laura?” It goes through my head in amazement. A little nervous I open the message and read it.

"Hi Ben, I hope you are fine? Unfortunately we have to stay here in an old hotel until we can join you tomorrow :-(. If we can go to the Cabin tomorrow, we both have to talk again about what happened today. I know that couldn't happen and I know not what exactly happened there, but I had to think the rest of the day how we kissed. You just can't get out of my head. I will probably still dream about it ... omg I don't even know why me write all this to you. I hope you think a little about me too. But enough before I embarrass myself completely. See you tomorrow and best regards to my mum. Sleep well, you sweetie <3" the message ends.

“Oh my goodness what's going on here? Laura my crush enjoyed it and is thinking of me. And then the end of the message, wow ....“ The thoughts run through my head while I feel a mix of excitement, joy and confusion. I briefly think about a suitable answer and start typing.

“Hi Laura, we're fine so far. I hope you will get through the night well and tomorrow the world will be different :-). Wow, I don't know yet what to say about our kiss, I'm just blown away that I was allowed to experience something like that with you. I couldn't even dream that. I look forward to tomorrow when we meet again. Greetings to the others. You sleep well too, I will definitely dream of you tonight <3“ I finish my message and send it off with a feeling of inner satisfaction.

"Hey Ben, what are you so happy about?" says Mrs. Schuster when she enters the living room.

Still half lost in thought, I flinch and quickly pack my cell phone back.

"Well, not so scary, did you just write to your girlfriend or something?" She asks with a smile.

"Uhh ... no, I don't have a girlfriend. I was just a little scared. I just wrote to Mike how we're doing" I reply uncertainly and notice how my face is getting red again.

"Oh man, that's nice. Well then let's make us comfortable. As I can see you have already prepared everything, thank you Ben“ she says and smiles so lovingly at me again.

When I look at her like that, I notice that Mrs. Schuster has put on a cozy Christmas sweater with a moose motif, which wraps tightly around her curves. Meanwhile, Mrs. Schuster sat by my side and grabbed her glass.

"Well then, cheers" she says to me and I also grab my glass and toast with her.

"Cheers" I reply.

After we've both taken a few sips, I let my gaze wander through the living room again. This is only illuminated by the flickering fireplace and puts everything in a slight twilight. Mrs. Schuster and I sit in front of the fireplace and enjoy the view of the crackling fire in silence. Outside you can hear the wind beating against the wooden paneling of the windows.

"So what do we want to play?" Says Mrs. Schuster cheerfully in my direction.

“How about Uno?” I answer questioningly and point to the old game in front of me.

"Yeah sure why not. Anyone who loses has to drink a big sip“ she says happily and this positive nature literally infects me too and I'm looking forward to the beautiful evening.

So we play about an hour with casual small talk, and we both lose equally often. We have already imperceptibly emptied 2 bottles of wine and the atmosphere is lively.

“That was funny. But I'm slowly noticing the alcohol” says Mrs. Schuster, slightly humiliated and you can already see the Effect of the alcohol by her red cheeks.

“Let's play something else again, it'll be funny. What about a little bit of truth or dare? I used to play that at university, that's the game you always got to know each other best” she asks me while she smiles sweetly at me again.