My t-shirt clings to my body as I had danced too much. My hair were still wet with my sweat. And my face had turned red from all the jumping that I had done barely an hour ago. We were laughing about something. I don't remember what was so funny but we were laughing. Hysterically. You had drunk so much that you could barely stand. Your hand clutching on my shoulder and your whole body resting on me. "You look like a tomato!" You said as you continued laughing. I smiled but then I shushed you by keeping a finger on my mouth so that our laughter won't wake my 24/7 grumpy neighbours and instantly you tried to imitate me but instead of one, you kept two fingers on your mouth. That made me smile even more. I was still trying to unlock the door to my place but my fingers were fumbling badly. Meanwhile , you decided to take a tour of the corridor, ever so gently touching the leaf of the only plant sitting next to flat B-27. You look at me, squint your eyes, fake pity ...