6 June 2007
North Gong at closing time. The herd begin the mass exodus. James and I head toward the carpark as we discuss where to next. I'm blinded by the swirling of bodies as people dart by in front of me, going this way and that. Rowdy drunks shout at their friends, trying to find their designated driver. I almost don't notice her turn but James catches her with a friendly greeting, "Hey Mel, how's it going?"
"Hey, hi," She acknowledges the both of us, then to me: "Ben, right?"
I am surprised she remembers my name.
"Yeah. How's it going?" I ask with enthusiasm.
"Good." She replies, smiling.
James asks something about uni and she confirms her degree finishes at the end of the year.
"What about you?" She asks James.
"Oh, I'm just working with my uncle for now but I've put my resume into a bunch of places and I guess we'll see what comes up." He explains.
"Well good luck." She says as she turns to me, "And what about you? What do you do?"
"Well actually my degree finished last year and this year I started my own video production business". I say.
I can see in her expression she genuinely seems impressed.
"Wow! Good on you. That's exciting."