Clément

Milan, July 2010

"Hello!"

"Hello!"- I am lost in his eyes.

"How can I help you?"

"Yes." I'm staring at his lips discovering his white teeth.

"Yes?"

"I wanted to ask you..." my mind is on a stroll in the middle of his black locks.

"Yes?" his smile gives life to a stunning dimple. 

"Are you free tonight?"

"Yes."

"I mean, I'm going to this concert tonight and..."

"It will be my pleasure."

That was not at all what I wanted to ask for. I just wanted to know a price of a painting in his gallery.

"So, let's say seven tonight in front of the Arena?"

"Works perfect with me."

"Great, see you later then!" I don't have those tickets.

"See you later!"

"Ciao!"

"Ciao!" 

I walk out of the boutique with no memory whatsoever of why I entered it in the first place. I still don't have those tickets.