It was late, close to midnight.
There were some drinks and even some cigarettes.
Not that I was smoking any of them.
However sometimes I do, whenever I am in the mood or just because it is that kind of night.
But today I wasn’t.
Surely I am not a smoker.
‘Why don’t you come sit and have a drink?’ asked my coworker.
We had finished our working hours and he was sitting at the bar.
‘No, I will go home. I am tired’. But I didn’t say it as firmly as I maybe would have wanted to say.
I was really just tired.
I went to the toilet instead.