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then she noticed his sadness and took pity on him.
    “Listen. I have no idea who you are, but I know love when I see it. She had tears running down her face yesterday, coming back from the talk with you. You were incredibly nervous, and now you look genuinely sad. So, I’m going to go on a leap of faith here and tell you that she usually goes to Parc Monceau, not too far from here.”
    “God bless you. I will pay you back, I promise.”
    He rushed to the door, then ran back, jumped up to the counter and kissed the blushing red-haired receptionist.
    “Merci. Que Dieu vous bénisse.”
    Andre ran all the way. He was out of breath when he finally reached the park. He was still trying to catch his breath, looking around, when he saw her. She was with another woman and a baby. They were laughing and talking, while Simona was taking her heels off and sliding her skirt off. In 30 seconds she was in casual pants, shirt, sneakers, and pulling her baby fine hair up into a clip.   She looked like a teenager, acted like one, too, goofing off with the baby.
    The other woman was leaving. She kissed the baby, hugged them both, and waived good bye. Andre started to walk towards them. Then he stopped.
    Simona was holding the baby on her left hip, and she started to dance. She was singing, too. The baby was laughing out loud, and she was goofing off. Andre was enjoying the scene. He sat down on the grass in the distance.
    She pulled out a blanket and spread it on the grass, took the baby’s and her shoes off, and laid down. The baby was crawling up and down, all over her. She was pulling, squeezing and kissing what looked like a HIM. She was constantly talking to him, too. She laid on her back with her legs up, put the baby on her feet and held his hands. She was flying him like an airplane. The baby got a kick out of that, and Andre was laughing with them on the other side, mesmerized.
    After a while she packed all the stuff, put the baby in the stroller, and started to walk.
    She slowly walked the streets, stopping by the birds, throwing them crumbs, smelling the blooming flowers, and constantly talking to the baby. She didn’t care what anybody thought. In fact, she didn’t pay attention to anybody else. She didn’t even notice that Andre was following her.  
    She stopped at a garden restaurant, sat at a table outside, ordered Perrier and salad, and asked for bread and olive oil. She pulled the stroller closer and took a cooler bag out with some container inside, the baby’s dinner. She put a dinosaur’s bib on him and started to feed the baby. She was making funny faces and noises. The baby was opening his mouth, smiling the whole time. By the time her food came, the baby was fed, happily playing with a spoon.
    Andre was watching all of that from another table inside the restaurant. Surprisingly it was the best entertainment he had in a long time. He went to the bathroom. By the time he came back, she was gone. He ran outside in a panic, looking in all directions. “God dammit.” She was gone. “This woman drives me nuts.”

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    The next day, he decided enough was enough. They need to talk. He went to the hotel at 2 PM just in case and waited for two hours, reading newspapers. He made small talk with the valet boy, and tipped him to let him sit on the bench next to their station.  
    At four o’clock an orange polished Aston Martin Virage Coupe pulled in. The valet boys rushed to the scene, fighting over the privilege of parking it. The two of them ended up by the door with confused looks. It was almost comical, as if to say ‘com’on seriously? Let’s do rock, paper, scissors.’.  
    Four Seasons’ training persevered. One of them politely smiled while the other held the door. The man wasn’t getting out. Amused by the scene, he called the other valet boy back and tipped them both. He explained that he just needed to park there for a little bit, waiting for somebody. The boys happily agreed, showing him to