I've never been to so many parties in my life. I seriously don't know how Helen does it. But does it she does and here I am again, the luckiest asshole on the planet to have her with me and not with any of the other guys here. And seriously, that dress? How am I supposed to look at anyone else when she's wearing that?

But I promised to behave so when she asks for something to drink, I'm happy to go fetch. There's a pot of mulled wine and I pour us both glasses, taking her one.