-         I, I, well, you weren’t the one that picked up when I called.

-         You haven’t even called me!

He looked at me confused.

-         Louis?

I looked behind him and there stood 3 girls.

-         And who are they?

-         Just a, few friends..

-         Friends, my ass.

-         But about the calls. I called you time after time.

-         No you didn’t, I haven’t gotten one call since you left! Do you wanna see my phone, I can show you!

I pulled up my phone from my pocket and the last call or text o had gotten from Louis was one or two days before they left for Sweden. Then Louis pulled up his phone and he had called about 20 times and left quite a few texts, but he hadn’t called me. It was one digit of the number that was wrong.

-         I must have put in the wrong number. I updated the phone just when we got here and then all the numbers and so on got deleted and so I must have put in the wrong number. Oh god I’m stupid.

I threw my arms around him.

-         No, I’m so sorry I should’ve known better. I’m sorry for over reacting.

I looked down at our feet and the black carpet we were standing on.

-         Don’t be sorry, I should be sorry.

He lifted my chin up and looked me right in the eyes.

-         Do you want to go for a walk?

-         Yes.

He took my hand, said goodbye to the boys and those three girls, whose name was Matilda, Sarah and Elin. I also gave them a weak smile and then we stepped out in the dark, kind of chilly Stockholm.