“I don't think Alexander has anything to do with this,” I replied.
“Of course he doesn't.” She gave me a knowing look. “You were always like this, weren't you?”
I turned towards her. “Like what?”
“Someone who finds ten reasons not to do something before considering whether it might actually be enjoyable.”
I gave her a flat look, and she smiled as though she had won the argument. I decided not to respond because I knew how easily she could turn a simple disagreement into a lengthy discussion, and I wasn't particularly interested in spending the rest of our walk defending my personality.
By the time we entered the house, the conversation had already become less about whether we should organise a gathering and more about Irene trying to convince me that it was a perfectly reasonable idea
