The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

Three days had passed.
Jill was keepin in a mixture of embarass and ill-will about the night wasted out.He had used one entire week of his life to organize her a great birthday, and it had been all useless.Kass hadn't appreciated it.
He was cudgeling his brain out, and still couldn't discern gleams: his girlfriend was unsure by nature and he couldn't change her, he had to stand her weak moments and fortify her with his affectionate care. Eventually her crises ceased: there was inevitably an ending for each one of her stupid crises, even if sometimes he was feeling that he would have loved to choke her when they were arising up.
Jill was loving Kass, by the way.
He did decide he was in love with her, telling her and then everyone else, and he did love to see how that had calmed all down about his situation, he did good so on his pain and his family's... so he had to love Kass.
There weren't other choices at disposal.
"I'm goin out mum... takin a lil walk to the zoo..."
The mother could read into her son's anguished mind: she did tell him she was up for every kind of confession and support he might have needed but she imagined there are kind of subjects no son would dare to tell his mum.
Corinne was stll hoping: he would have emerged winner from all that.He was hating love.
He was hating himself for bending so much to it, for being uncapable of directing it into more secure havens and .. nearest.
"I am so damn wacky..."
"Ehy there, bud! Look where are you going at please..."
Jill banged against a guy apparently of his same age, well dressed and with a cordial, pleasant appearance.
"Sorry man, forgive me please. I'm way off me today...."
"Come and tell it to a stranger then...They say it helps1"
Jill gazed at the guy, suspiciously.
"Angon, don't get me wrong, I am not crazy... I am not a shrink and I don't wanna have sex with you...Ah-ah! I'd just like to bite something and I can't take to eat alone in pubs. So in case you're hungry, I would be pleased to offer you some munch with me..."
He got a peculiar accent but he was lookin so funny to deny the invite... he was so spontaneous Jill felt intrigued by him enough to accept that crazy offering. And moreover, Jill thought he would have just been a perfect prick hangin alone around Regent's Park.
"Kay bud, I'm in!"
They stepped into a cafeteria on the opposite side of the road, sitting face to face. The extravagant guy ordered the menu of the day and as the apple pie was under his chin he told the living-opposite:
"I wonder how you Brits can take this junk..."
Jill wasn't havin a clue:
"YOU Brits? Aren't you one of us? You don't seem Irish... Are you from South Africa?"
The young man smiled of an openly clear smile.