El Desnudo De Pati Manterola

unlikely [the meeting] (2)

It was agreed that Mathilda and the young man found the theater in the company of a friend of hers. The framework is sufficiently neutral and allow time to observe Mathilda "the character".
She asks him to send a picture to be able to recognize. The photo sent to him evokes nothing. A young man neither beautiful nor ugly. The photo is not of good quality, against the light darkens the face. In short, whatever. His name Maxim.
Carolina advanced to the wicket to get the tickets. Mathilda waits outside the entrance Maxime. It happens. She only sees her smile. A smile to die for. Emotion came out of nowhere came over. That smile and aquamarine eyes of the young man swept past her resistance. His intuition, very fine usually do not tell him. No voiceover, no warning sign. Only his conflicting emotions. This upheaval was absolutely unspeakable not included in the program. Mathilda is destabilized. This boy moves and instantly attracts more than is reasonable.
Throughout the play, is fighting to remove Mathilda the pervasive presence that gives him Maxime at his side. Unable to concentrate on the show. They agree to meet again the next evening to drink tea in a place she loves. A coffee-brac. In this place, everything is for sale. The cup which we drink, to the chair in which sits comfortably. The scenery is picturesque and varied styles all mixed together.
She chose a dark red sofa in gilt frames. An art deco lamp emits a soft light, and particularly enchanting. It's like entering a novel in the middle of the story. However, she does not remember the beginning. But instinctively she is not lost. She knows, already recognized in his gestures, in attitudes, in his strange way of looking at it. She drowns in confidence in her eyes the color of water. It melts into a smile. The discussion is fluid, warm atmosphere. The attraction deliciously flat all around them, without evocative gesture. May be a similarity in posture, they bend and move closer together, at times.
It is late, the café is closing. He brings her home to his car, parked two blocks away. At the beginning of March, the cold is still hot. She shudders. Naturally, he takes her by the shoulders, and grant its not his.
They leave the troubled look. Their hands shake, shake their mouths, they do not kiss.

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