We entered the bank, they seem to have a private room to eat here, the fragrance is sticky, the curtains are transparent and short but beautiful, a Greek carving above the cabinet that looks like a wrecked ship's wood as a rare piece, a painting like "Olympia" on the white wall
The tables are of red wood, the floor is made of white and black chess tiles, and the door is made of transparent red glass.
I sat with my friend from the work whose name I can't quite remember (my colleague calls her every time)
I liked the place, this indicates a refined taste, and I drew a picture of her ,, she looks very classic, and I started to feel really excited..
As I occupied myself on the phone, as well as my friend, I heard this sentence that made my day:
“Sometimes you discover something in a novel, and other times, a novel discovers something in you.”
I raised my head, Gosh, she is very, very sexy, sharp-faced, prominent features, brunette with short hair, wearing summer formal clothes and high heels, she extended her hand to shake my hand, and was good at it, I looked at the women next to me:
"She seems to know about me!"
"Yes, I told her you were coming."
"Yes, I know and I've been waiting for a long time, the truth is that when I heard that you work here, I wanted to see you..I really like your books and your artwork, despite your young age."
I answered while playing with the ring on my finger:
"It's good to hear this, I'm really glad you like my writing, I'm working hard to write, it's mentally exhausting as you can see."
"By the way, I'm Giada, a
British-Italian."
" I..."
politely interrupted me:
" may sound rude, but I know everything about you"
I looked at my friend:
"So!!"
she replied:
"Actually I have a rather important connection, I think I won't stay here, I have to go back to the company."
She looked at me and added:
"Don't blame me, you know mark"
I realized then that she arranged a date for us, I'm twenty and she seems to be in her thirties, i like her.. but I don't know, I'm always confused..
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Hellvean
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