Elation walloped Teo at the most inconvenient moments, but it wasn’t unwelcome: the concerns mucking up his mind were now gone! Superseded, he felt, by a robust sense of self-esteem that rent all negative thought unworthy of occupying mindshare. It started, tonight, with a dinner Teo had with his boss and some of the other traders on their floor. He had listened to a story about an engagement — how the girl had insisted on getting syrup for her pancakes even as she was being handed the box for her ring — and told a story of his own, about a three-on-three date he had been put up to by some acquaintances from college, where he had exhibited a similar, egregious lack of awareness.
At the end of the meal, they ordered a round of schnapps, rowanberry and elderberry and all manner of small hard bright berries Teo had never seen in person before, and the group downed them, in measured gulps, from stork-like champagne glasses. Outside, toeing the concrete curb as a surprisingly fierce wind whipped at his ears, Teo felt an irresistible urge to move — jump, skip, kick, shake. There wasn’t a reason; it was rather because he felt like he had to, because it felt like the most natural thing to do, and, on a night like this, why wouldn’t he do what he wanted?
"Want to go out tonight?" Teo asked Devin as he stepped outside. "I’m feeling it."
"Got to work late tonight, bro," Devin responded, as he buttoned up his coat. "Going back to the office."
"Come on," Teo said. "I’ll cover for you tomorrow. Let’s go." Teo jumped off and on the curb. A recklessness had infected him. He felt as if he could get away with anything.
Devin laughed. “As if you could do my work. Sorry, bro.”
Teo’s spirits were hardly dampened. Tonight was the kind of night that would resolve itself — as long as he stayed out, somewhere, anywhere, except his apartment, an opportunity would arise from the yeast of his good feeling. Some frame of his life was about to be shifted. He just knew it.