| She takes a chair
from one of the tables and sits down.
She: That’s life.
He: So then what’s your kind of man?
She: Neutral. The kind that doesn’t make you dream. The kind that
doesn’t burn your lips. The kind that doesn’t leave a bad
taste in your mouth after having shaken you to the depths of your soul.
He: I understand.
She: Too late.
He: It’s only midnight.
She: Midnight has already taken me.
He: Your eyes are so clear…
She: Everyone has his moon.
He: Let’s start all over again: “My name is Pierre Dubois,
I sell vacuum-cleaners, 30 years old, single, I like chambermusic, teamsports,
cars. Can I take you somewhere?” Why are you laughing? This isn’t
sterile enough for you?
She: I just can’t imagine you selling vacuum-cleaners!
He: Just try to believe it. Only for one night. I’d so much love
to hear you sing, rubbing my back, “Hurt me baby, hurt me!”
She: I don’t know that song.
He: I’ll teach you.
She: Don’t bother. My bathroom is too small for two.
He: Your eyes are so green….
She: That’s the whiskey.
He: The whiskey suits you.
She: I do love whiskey.
He: I thought you only loved sterility.
She: That’s what I said, but whiskey, I can’t do without.
He: Drink me. You’ll see, you won’t want to do without me
either. Maybe you’ll even want to drink nothing else anymore.
She: That’s ok. I’ve done with adventurers like you. They
mingle you up with stories that chill your spine in the midday sun,
they drown you in dreams and slur you down in the illusions of they
adventures, they talk about love and the lost paradise, and then, one
day, they leave, without you, and to spice up your nights, there’s
nothing left but the salt of your tears.
He: I’m sorry.
She: You shouldn’t. With that man, I had the days of my life.
I don’t regret anything. Not even the tears. Especially not the
tears.
He looks at the door through which he came in. He didn’t close
it behind him. No doubt it will slam.
He: Does it often rain here?
She: I think so.
He: You think so?
She: I’m not sure of anything.
He: You’re wrong.
She: Maybe not.
He: You are.
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