She gave her her back while preparing her cocktail – she should know to not bother the bartender before getting the drink done.
They were not seeing each other since a while – he found meeting easily his elbows with his hands while hugging her.
He took her nose, that bastard, she could see it popping out from his index and middle fingers, and to make matters worse, he was shaking it happily at her sight blurred from tears.
The little privé was warm, incredibly warm, and that wine so, so good, she placed her fork on the side of the gold-adorned porcelain plate to cover a deep yawn – no need to worry about it either, he was still deeply focused in observing the right corner of the ceiling.
2:47 pm already. Lunch would have been ready in one hour the closest, considering the still sturdy state of the lasagna sheets waiting in the terrines. She filched a piece of raw cauliflower in her mouth.
The door shut just in front of her face. Despite she stretched her arms to hear them creaking, she could not reach the handle by any means. Caught by the sudden awareness that her tricycle was still inside, she burst into tears.
As he introduced himself, he could see his girlfriend’s same fierce expression in her mother’s eyes.