Let’s Keep It RealThe young man dashed forward, and the Gypsy woman's words instantly flew out of his head. All his thoughts were consumed by anxiety about how Ira's wealthy relatives would perceive him. It was the first meeting with her family, and the social gap between them felt very sharp.
He and Ira were planning to get married, but the fear that her parents would be against this union gave him no peace.
He felt inadequate, having just recently graduated from university and gotten a job as an ordinary operator at a bank. Compared to his fiancée, he was practically a pauper, although she constantly insisted that money wasn't important to her. However, her domineering father and mother might not support their daughter's choice.
On top of that, he had managed to be late for such a crucial moment, after spending so long choosing a suit.
In the end, he only made things worse, as he was out of breath and sweaty by the time he approached the restaurant. Alexander thought he couldn't enter the main hall in such a state, with his tongue hanging out and panting like a cornered dog.
He needed a little time to catch his breath and compose himself before entering. Suddenly, he noticed a side door leading to a summer terrace where several people were smoking.
And then it hit him like a bolt of lightning: he remembered the Gypsy woman's parting words about the second entrance.
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