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  • He had finisted the story, only a couple of data were missing. He would have checked them out on the Internet as soon as he landed. He closed the laptop and started watching a film that he knew by heart… The usual screwball American comedy…. But it was too funny… His child-side fault…. What had made his relationship with Ambre fail.
    He had believed in that relationship, but hadn’t put in the necessary effort. He wanted to keep living his own way. He loved his work, parties with his friends, and he liked wood carving. Everything else was not of his concern, he lived in his own world. But in the last year, everything had changed. He had to take care of the bills, of the mortgage, of thes relationship between the editor-in-chief and his colleagues…And he suddenly realized that his friends had grown up and parties were fewer. Two of them had married, another one had had an important promotion, and Mathis – his friend since childhood – had become a father. That had been a hard blow. Suddenly had felt “old” and his 32nd year had arrived like a wipe out for a surfer.

    A long line of cars on the highway to the airport. She couldn’t stay all that time without doing anything. She like her work as an event organizer. There was always a thousand things to do, so many little tassels to fit in the puzzle. The most exciting experience had been the wedding of a surgeon who had requested an extravagant celebration… Almost fit for a surgery room! That’s when she met Gus. She had contacted him through his web page, after her customary florist was unavailable.
    And so they had worked elbow to elbow for a week. He was fun, full of jokes, and never failed to point out her strong French accent. One evening they had met to decide the bride’s bouquet and the flowers to be placed at the entrance of the roofgarden of the restaurant. They had discussed the color for hours, because the client wanted everything absolutely white, like a hospital. Gus instead wanted to place some color here and there, also because finding so many white flowers, in that season, wasn’t easy. Then they debated about the centerpiece and by that time it was 8.30 in the evening. He had proposed to eat Mexican, she wanted sushi, and they ended up having hummus in the East Village. The next morning she had waken up with Gus, in her bed. They passed the following weekend in his apartment, in Brooklyn. But after the surgeon’s wedding, they lost sight of each other, both to engrossed in new work projects.
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