📸 Photo

YASHEEDA

'I am a bit, but have you got any of that coke left? That stuff really makes you want more, doesn't it?'

'OK, but let me make another joint first.'

We smoked that and I asked her again if she was tired, but it didn't work. She wanted to keep talking.

'You promised we could stay up and talk. Come on! Just for a little bit.'

That night we didn't do anything other than talk. I made four more lines, lit a candle, turned the light off and we stayed there, sitting next to each other at my little table, chatting about absolutely everything. Yasheeda and I had so much in common it was ridiculous. We had exactly the same taste in music and movies. We even liked the same food.

'When's your birthday?' she suddenly asked.

'Twentieth of November.'

'I knew it!'

'Knew what?'

'That you were a Scorpio.'

'How is that?'

'Just the way you are. You are such a Scorpio. It's so obvious.'

'Do you think? I don't really believe in astrology.'

'Well, you should. Not the horoscopes about romance and money they print every week in magazines – that's all rubbish. I mean the proper books on astrology. You can learn a lot about people.'

We talked and argued like that for hours until I heard the bell for morning lista. But I didn't go. I couldn't; there was no way I could face daylight in my state. I would have to fix the major up later.

We finished the rest of the coke and kept talking until the candle finally burned out. It must have been bright outside, but the one window in my cell had wooden shutters so everything went pitch-black.

'I think that's a sign,' she laughed.

'What a crazy night. What time is it?' I lit a match and read the time from the clock on the wall. 'Ten o'clock. Are you tired?'

'Yes and no. It's funny, I know I should be, but I don't feel tired at all,' she leaned against me.

'Why? Are you tired?'

'I think so.' I took her hand and led her over to my single bed and we got under the covers. My heart was beating heavily and my mind