“You call me stupid, but I have an advantage you will never have”, Herman said, pushing his spectacles up his nose. “Oh really?” I said, skeptical. How could a man who hasn’t even made a better station in life than the one he’d had when last I saw him have any kind of advantage? The idea was ludicrous.
He simply smiled, as those damn glasses slowly slipped down his nose again. He reached for his
beer, and let the suds stay on his upper lip not bothering to wipe his mouth, to my chagrin. “You’re successful, you’re surrounded by beautiful people, you have everything you ever wanted. But I bet you don’t trust people as much anymore”, he said.
I raised my eyebrows as I took a sip from my pint. “What do you mean man, spit it out”, I said agitatedly, I felt my hand twitch as he adjusted his glasses again. “I just mean that I still feel faith in the people around me Banes”, he said with a twinkle in his eye.
“I mean that I can trust someone with my heart even now, tonight, and not fear a thing, because I have not hidden myself away in this life we call “adult”.” Herman snorted at the word, like a cat would at being presented a sub par meal.
He then leaned in and whispered this in my ear, I will never forget it to my dying day. “I don’t need to go on holiday to be in my happy place, Banes. I am my happy place.”
He then got up, chinked my glass in my limp hand with his own, drank the rest of his draught and left.
I never saw him again.