59: Being a rogue

The door to the party hall, which we’ve used for a few parties in the past, opens and Liam follows behind inside and a few faces we’ve grown accustomed to in the last five weeks are present. Most were our superior and instructors and supervisors and they all gave a round of applauds on our entry, celebrating and cheering us on.

The rest mingle while I stand apart, not wanting to think about the result, but not being able to stop the thought.

“Still thinking I see.” I turn around and see Ian, the mischievous devil, before me.

My heart skips a beat and I shake my head, “No,” I lie, then realise he can see through me.

He looks rather casual for the party in a pair of blue jeans and white round-necked polo and his red hair in a bun while the rest of us maintain our formal wears. He also looked relaxed and unaffected by everything happening and while most of our supervisors choose to hang around each other, he’s standing far away. I’