i meet an old girlfriend for lunch.
she and i have history, she has not seen me in a long long time. she asks me what i am like and if i still have a hectic life. i tell her i never go out much and am basically a workaholic, doing long hours and hardly ever socialising. we have a nice lunch and it's very pleasant to see her again.
the next evening i am in the city with my friend val and olga. we have not seen one another in a long time either, these are my close friends and part of the small group of people i connect with. they are about to go overseas and i know i will miss them. we have just finished a meal and i go to pay the bill but the restaurant does not take credit cards and suggests i walk to an atm machine which i do. 
i step out onto king street the hash cookie kicked in and all i see is a flow of people moving up river in the early darkness of winter time. but there crossing right in front of the doorway is my old friend whom i had lunch with the day before. 
i walk up the street with her attempting to explain that i really was telling the truth when i said i hardly ever go out, and i am very reclusive. she don't buy it.