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there.
    “Seriously, dove sei?!!! Hai davvero intenzione di sprecare questo cappuccino?” /“Where are you? Do you really want to waste this cappuccino?”/
    “Le mie scuse, signora.” Marcello walked out from the back of the restaurant, looking apologetic.
    “Marcello, così bello di rivederti. Dammi un abbraccio. Il tuo capo non c’è.” /“Marcello, so nice to see you again. Give me a kiss. Your boss isn’t here.”/
    He walked over and gave Simona a hug and a kiss on each cheek. She was still holding the cappuccino in one hand and biscotti in the other, doing her best not to spill it down his back. The rest of the group was more confused than ever, looking at them both.
    Marcello was a great looking man in his early fifties. He was Swiss, born in Lausanne, went to school in Lugano, and married a French girl. His mother was Italian, his father was Swiss, and he spoke a million languages.  
    “Oh, I’m sorry. Everybody, this is Marcello. And this is Andre, Stephan, and Aurelie. He is our taxi for tonight. Please hop in.”
    “Assuming he is Mr. Bouchard’s driver, did you just expect him to be here?”
    “No Stephan, I didn’t assume, I knew. And yes, I know him well. Did that answer your follow-up question?”
    Stephan looked at Andre who just shook his head. Aurelie was enjoying the ride, completely mesmerized. She started to talk with Marcello, giving him directions.

2

    "TO KEEP TRACK OF TIME AND YOUR HEART, ON BOTH SIDES OF THE PLANET."

    SIMONA WAS SITTING in a management meeting, unable to concentrate…
    Another warm beautiful sunny day in Paris. I’m going to leave early today and go to the park. Should I say something to Reni? In all fairness, she is the closest person I have here, and it’s not just because we are cousins. Quite the opposite, we are both the odd ones in the family. She knows all my secrets from the last three years. Well, I guess not all... No, I think it would freak her out. Better not.

    ❖ ❖ ❖

    Andre woke up and realized Stephan and Aurelie had gone to work already. Thank God. He wasn’t ready for any discussions about last night. He couldn’t sleep all night, trying to figure out what happened. How did she build this life that fast? How does she know these kinds of people?! But then again, it’s Simona. Nothing she does is normal.
    He was tempted to call her at the hotel but felt she wouldn’t even take his call. He forgot to ask for her cell phone number again last night.
    Simona always walks off pain. Andre decided to try her walking therapy. He walked the city and had a nice lunch at his favorite seafood restaurant. After lunch, he went to the hotel.
    I feel like a stalker already. But what is my other option? I don’t know where she lives. I don’t even have her phone number. So basically, I’m screwed and this is my only option. How the fuck did I get myself into this position? I don’t allow women to have the upper hand. What the hell is wrong with me? Nothing is wrong with you, moron, this is the woman that you never had an upper hand on. Neither of you did. It was out of both of your controls, and you were pretty pissed off about it. God’s hands? Well, God, you better be on my side this time because I’m not fighting here for some sorry ass ‘too late’ kinda deal. And I don’t give a shit how many men are around her either.
    Processing all this in his head, he walked into the lobby and asked for her. The front desk girl was a strikingly beautiful Asian girl. She called the back office and was told that Mademoiselle Simona already left for the day.
    “Left? What do you mean left? It’s 3 PM.”
    “Yes, sir. She left early today.”
    That meant a dead end. He was not going to see her or talk to her today. He held his head in disbelieve. The receptionist was uncomfortable about the whole situation and didn’t quite know what to say or do. Then the red-haired lady from the day before arrived with a look saying ‘Oh my God YOU again?’, and