I was sitting next to Nick at our dinner table when we were at Jay Gatsby’s party. The party was lavish, and I expected no less from Jay, and I was definitely enjoying myself, not because of the fun on the party, but because I was in the company of Nick. He could tell that he made me feel happy, even though I seldom showed it. But I don’t think I made him completely happy. Maybe he could see right through my facade. Could he tell that I was a liar at heart? This was eating at me and I put my hand on his, about to say something, but I was interrupted. One of Jay’s butlers came up to Nick and I. He said that Jay had requested to see me. I was taken aback. I wondered at all what he would want to talk to me about. I stood up, excused myself from the table, and followed the butler. The butler took me to the library Nick and I had been in earlier, where the strange owl man had confronted us. When I walked inside, it was still dark and dimly lit. Jay stood by the enormous window, staring out to something in the distance. I walked closer to him and he turned to me. He extended his arm, asking me to come to the window next to him. I did. It was silent for a while. So I decided to speak. I asked him if he knew Daisy Buchanan. He seemed to go stiff. I saw that he was looking out across the water onto to her dock. He had a sort of longing look in his eye. I had a little flashback to when Daisy and I were younger. She was pressed up against a soldier. She told me later that his name was Jay Gatsby. When I later figured out that that same man was the one Daisy fell in love with years ago, I just figured Jay had forgotten about her and it was only purely coincidental that they live near each other. Then Jay spoke. And he asked me to help him reconnect with Daisy once again.
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