Lisa: It was a nice evening. Andrew: Yeah, terrific. Lisa: Listen… you don’t have to buy flowers every week to talk to me. You can just pass by if you wish. I have a little coffee machine in my shop, if you don’t mind. Andrew: No! I mean: yes of Leggi tutto…
I am Charlene and I am here, sitting on an armchair in a “café for intellectuals”. Andrew loves to come here. It feels warm like home. Two cups of tea and nothing else. I am always here, listening to him. It’s yet another embarassing failure. Why is he so stupid? Leggi tutto…
I am Teresa Middler. I am a writer. I try to make a living from my tales, but more often I end up in the Park cafè. There I met a man. His name’s Andrew White. It was three weeks ago, the first time I noticed him. He used to Leggi tutto…
Charlene: Why that sad face? Andrew: Hello Charlene, thank you for coming. Charlene: What happened? Andrew: I think I am a coward. Charlene: Don’t ever say that. You are the most awesome guy I’ve ever known. Andrew: She didn’t even notice I was there. Charlene: Are you listening to me Leggi tutto…