Samuel by Diana Hnizdetska

Loud music continued to play inside the house,

filling it with a mysterious but relaxed feeling. A creative and funny atmosphere was in the air. Sandra stood on the wooden balcony and watched the car of the journalist who had just been forced to leave their house. With a smile on her face, the writer took a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and lit up, enjoying the view of the mountains. Samuel, her husband, came out onto the balcony to join her.

- It seems you overdid it with the music. I don’t think she’ll come back - Sandra said with a satisfied smile.

- It doesn’t seem like it upsets you - Sam answered her just as casually.

The couple laughed, Samuel put his arm around his wife’s shoulders.

Time seemed abstract in this house.

- Journalists… They are so intrusive. Why did she get so embarrassed when I asked her counter questions? Why can’t we just pretend that we are interested in getting to know each other?

- Because you don’t really care, honey, do you?

- She said that her favourite activity is running, and that it hits her like drugs.

The couple laughed loudly.

- What does she know about drugs?

They watched the approaching figure of their son, who had just been walking Snoop, their dog.

- Are you going to go and continue the interview somewhere else?

- If only out of politeness. Still, I feel guilty about this loud music

- Guilty, seriously?

The couple laughed again, enjoying the fact that they understood each other.