As every morning, Michel awakened tapping at the door kaviarne.Kedže was upon its cafes, heard every move down. Zívol, rubbed his eyes and was dressed in trousers and shirts. Come down the stairs and saw Mrs. Camille, who is eagerly waiting for their morning dose of coffee from Michel. He opened the door and she started to speak their early episodes with cats and your neighbor as nightly paraded lovers home. Reminded him of his former girlfriend, selfish intriganku who likes talking and shopping events. Michel did not know why it was with, no wonder why with her no longer. Its unhealthy behavior offended his and other people. Her dad, known to the mayor, it had planned to issue as well as some fairly rich and acting master, ensure that girl for life. Michel was not so. Gone from relatively young parents, in order to fulfill his dream, and to have their own cafes. He was not abusive rich, nor poor. live your dream and it's perfectly napl'ňalo. his friend Francoise, who dokopala him to leave Miss intrigantku, it was the most support and helped him to start thinking positively and found the other girl. While wondering Ms Camille finished her coffee. He smiled and began to prepare for the real thing in the morning. Half an hour later the door bell rang, which warned of the coming of people .. Miss came into the room. -Enter there like an angel. It was the sister Francoise, namely Elle. Immediately dropped the cup and ran to hug her. Seen in almost a year and a half. At one point disappeared because of a broken heart and did not know about myself to anyone. Now here was the same beautiful, beautiful as can be, and came as otherwise Michel needed a cup of coffee. Puzzled him it did. She drank it and went upstairs announcing him that he needs sleep, because of an exhausting journey that he will explain everything then. Michel smiled. Then he looked at the calendar to make sure if something forgotten and found me in a moment meeting with Violet. After a slight shock of the information, he ran and put on perfume. Elle woke up and told her to take care of the cafes, because he has a date! Elle is pousmiala, but did not intend to use, so she believed that Michel nenahnéevá if it closes a little earlier. Along the way he met Francoise, which serve as the last and already ran over to the florist. Slowly he went inside. Smelled the smell of lavender, roses and the smell of it. Smelled so softly floral. He saw it between sunflower. Looked away from the flowers and pulled. He stood there and he was in his hand coffee with steam rising up yet. His eyes settled on its imperfections. Dusted Rose color clothes, wet from flowers, hair tousled by the wind early, in those few wooden stems. He went over to her slow steps. He set down the coffee table and hugged her. He felt her heart beating madly, and she certainly felt it his. Stepped down and let her speak. Something told, its a blow and how much the sun shines, the flowers and delivery, the brother ... Oblivious of it focused only on her gestures, laughter and the sound of her words. Was it glamorous. He wanted it so very wanted. For myself, to protect, not to give it to anyone. Invited her to lunch. Still talking about his childhood, about how difficult it was. At the time of her kiss her sigh. Only then, unexpectedly, on the mouth. Adopted it. When leaving the restaurant, holding hands,. The innocence of their relationship with sparkle on all the streets. Every step of her apartment to be better and better. He was omámenejší her words, she had the sense to listen to and still say something clever, infatuated. So much to like. It was getting darker. Michel had to run for Francoise. Kissed her. His coming to work disrupted Francoise. She was pleased with his management of the Violet. He took her to the beach. To cry. But he knew what to do. After writing the letter reached home. Went up the stairs. Almost got infarkt.plne. Totally forgot to Elle. She sat confused le Michel and started to tell their story.
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