Disclaimer and notes: see chapter 1- R&R, please.

Now, have been 3 years since that day. Jamie and Tommy are still partners, and during the years they hired not only Jude (who, now, is a producer, too) but Kwest, Sadie(who were engaged and busy arranging their imminent wedding) Mason and SME too. Well, not only them. They were just the first. When they bought part of G-Major catalogues, they asked Kharma if she wanted to join them, her too, but she refused. Her marriage with Speed was over (and a big mistake, he later admitted), and it probably never really begun, and she wanted a big contract with a big label, not with… well, them. But the fact that time have passed, doesn't automatically mean no troubles, because they have a lot of troubles. They are in economic troubles, to be more accurate, since their accountant ran away few weeks earlier with part of their money; not all, but a really good part of it. This is the reason why, now, they are signing, in Tommy's office at W.L. Records, a contract with Harry Danvers, a rich, elegant and American middle aged man (or something more. He just looked at max 45, but Jude, who was with the both of them, was sure he was at least 10 years older) with black hair going grey and dark, cold eyes… he doesn't looks like someone interested in music, just in Money, more or less like Darius. They known they are doing a mistake, they all do. but they know that's the only way to exit from their financial issues, too.

"Well, Mr. Danvers, it looks like now you are owner of the 30 of our Society. But… can we ask you how are you supposed to guide the society with us? From what you told me, you are not going to leave New York…" Jamie asks him. He doesn't know what he desired the most: to have his new partner the more possible distant from them and their society, or to have him near, to have a better control on him, to see what he will do.

"Well, I really can't leave Manhattan. You see, I just get married again and my wife isn't ready to leave yet. So I decided to… put someone else in charge."

"Someone else? We believed we were going to run the label together. I don't want to be rude – Tommy tells him a bit cold – but remember that each one of us has the 35 of the company. You are just a minority partner."

"I'm sorry, I know that it didn't sound right. I meant, in my place. My kids are coming for lunch; I'd be more than happy to immediately introduce you to them."

"kids?" Jamie, like the others, was a bit incredulous. Great, a rich daddy who just wants to find a work for his poor teen-ager children, who presumably don't know anything about music.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just one of my Parental issues. I always forget that they are adults now. You are too young to know, but one day you'll find out that doesn't matter how old they are, they will always be your kids. And these 2 will always be a pain in the ass for me and my affairs, so it's better if I continue to keep them away for a while. They, their stupid and childish passion fro music and their damn music club that stoles my clients. Oh, see? They are already here. These two over there are my "kids", Christine and Jonathan." The trio looks at the two who are speaking to each other outside the office. They definitely aren't kids. Jonathan is in his middle 30s, elegant but yet sober, and very similar to his dad, with dark curly hair and eyes. His sister looks a little older than Jude and Jamie, maybe of Tommy's age, but they aren't sure; probably she is a bit younger than him. She has reddish/brownish hair, at shoulder length, smooth and bound in a tail. She looks a bit more classical and elegant than her brother; she is the exact picture of the stereotype of a manager. She looks cold, distant and not very interested in what it's happening, not exactly what they hope for a co-worker. But that's a problem for an other day.

"Jonathan, Christine– he calls them leaving the office and going near them – we are going to have lunch with the people from W.L.R. Hope you don't mind if I asked them to join us."

"It's not a problem, we are more than happy to meet the people we are going to work with. We heard a lot of beautiful things about you all. And my teen-ager daughter is a great fan of you and SME, too."

"Oh, thank you very much Mr. Danvers. I don't know what to say."

"She is just happy to know we work with you all. And please, you don't have to call us Mr. or Miss Danvers, you can just use our name."

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Time is passing again. This time what is passing are not years, but just months. Jude is working on her new album (the fifth one) and she is co-producer with Tommy. They both – as does Jamie – like work their new "associate"; Harry is just a silent partner, they just works with his son and daughter. And while they find easy work with Jonathan (who hates to be called like that, and, since his entire name is Jonathan Joseph, just prefers J.J.), who loves music with all his soul (and comes out he was already a producer for an other company during his Manhattan days and owns a very famous and elegant music club with his sister, who cures the legal issues of the society, since she is a lawyer), it's less easy work with Christine. She is just worried about money, she just wants to ear about money, and she prefers to talk about money instead of quality. She is really driving them mad, but especially Jamie, who is the one who always has to deal with her, and, over all, to argue and shout to and with her. Like now: it's something like 9(PM!) and they are still arguing (something that happens something like twice a day) about Jude's new album. Jamie prefers to leave Tommy and her out, for now (well, it was a choice made by them, too, because they just want to refer to J.J., who, strange but true, most of times asks not to deal with his own little sister, who sometimes looks like a demon), because he knows them and he knows what they could say and do, and he thinks that he is already doing too much of a damage, arguing with her like that. Well, at least he has the decency to wait for the rest of the staff to leave before to shout (and he is really shouting!) at her what he really thinks about her and her decisions (again: because, as I already said, it's something that happens quite often).

"I'm not going to use this song. We're not going to use this song! This isn't Jude. She writes her songs for her album since she is 15, and we're not going to change that!"

"I'm so sorry to ruin your dream and wake you up, but the song you wanted to use? Please, Andrews, be realistic! It's not going to sale! People don't want a happy ending, or a "happily ever after", they want something more… more dark. More rock. And this is what we are going to give them" she still stays in her chair; she coldly looks him in the eyes.

"No, no, no,no way I'm going to let you do this to her and us! We're an independent label; we prefer the quality over the money!"

"God, Andrews, you are such a naïve dreamer! I can't understand how you was able to keep this label alive for so much time – she leaves her chair and she opens the door, showing him the exit – wait, you weren't able to keep it alive, this is the reason you needed my dad's money" she adds sarcastically.

"I see money is an argument you understand very well" she knows him from some months, and doesn't remember to have seen him so cold.

[SHOUTS SHOUTS SHOUTS

"I'M SORRY IF I STOPPED TO BE A CHILD WHEN I WAS ONE, AND I'M SORRY IF I'M WORRIED ABOUT MY ARTISTS' CAREER TOO! BUT EVENTUALLY, ONE DAY, YOU'LL FIND OUT THAT I WAS RIGHT AND…!"

"CAN YOU PLEASE STOP WITH THIS NONSENSE? AND STOP SHOUTING, I'M NOT DEAF!"

"WELL, ME TOO, AND IT'S UP TO YOU TO STOP, BECAUSE IT WAS YOU THAT BEGUN THIS MADNESS!"

"I DON'T HAVE THE INTENTION TO STOP SINCE I'M RIGHT!"

"YOU ARE NOT RIGHT, YOU ARE JUST CHILDISH!"

"LISTEN TO WHO'S SPEAKING! NEITHER J.J. WANTS TO DEAL WITH YOU!"

"WHAT'S HAPPENING BETWEEN ME AND MY FAMILY IT'S NOT YOUR AFFAIR! DON'T YOU DARE TO TELL ME SOMETHING LIKE THAT NEVER AGAIN! YOU DON'T KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT ME AND HIM AND ALL THE OTHERS! AND STOP TO SHOUT AND LEAVE ME ALONE, IMMEDIATELY!"

"I'M NOT GOING TO STOP BECAUSE WE BOTH KNOW THAT I'M RIGHT!"

"YOU ARE NOT RIGHT; YOU ARE A CHILDISH DREAMER, THAT'S ALL!"

"STOP TO CALL ME THAT WAY!"

"NO, I'M NOT GOING TO STOP BECAUSE IT'S ME WHO I'M RIGHT!"

"FINE, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO STOP BY YOURSELF, I'LL MAKE YOU STOP!"

"WHAT DO Y…." [END SHOUTS

She isn't able to finish the sentence; she can't believe what's happening and what he is doing! When he told that he was going to stop her, he was definitely right, and he definitely has a way to stop her from screaming and insulting, because he just took her head in his hands (Damn, they are so warm… he was so cold with me and his hands are so warm, how can it be possible? She is asking herself) and he is doing something he has never done in his life, I mean, not that way. Because he is kissing her, but he is kissing her like he never did before. Instinctively, fierily, animally, with a passion and a force he never believed to have. Jamie doesn't know who is more shocked by now: him, who leaves the office, as well the building, mentally wondering what was he thinking about and why he did it and how she will react, or her, who decides to come back to her chair, speechless (well, at least it worked…) and a little… she must admit that: she is breathless, something that never happened before. Like the fact that she has been speechless for a while.

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Half an hour later, he is at the Harrison's, because he doesn't know what to do, and from his not too distant childhood years, what he always does when he was having a problem? He goes to his grandma's to stay a bit on his own, or he goes to Jude (and, in the last 3 years, to Tommy, too), and this is exactly what he is doing now, he is knocking at her door hoping (to be honest, he has to admit that he already knows they are at home: Jude, Tommy, Sadie, Kwest and Stuart asked him to come to dinner, but he told no, because he had to clear a few things before). It's Jude who opens the door, and remains with her mouth open when she sees the strange and desperate look on his face.

"I'm dead. I'm a dead man. I'm a dead man walking."

"What… Jamie, what the hell is going on? Are you alright?"

"Do I look like alright? – he points at himself entering in the hall – I'm dead, Jude, it's… it's too big!"

"You are scaring me, Jamie, really. What the hell happened?"

"I'm dead, and probably, we all are." He adds, as he makes his way to the living room where they already all are. He goes to the sofa, where Jude was sitting before he arrived, and continued to repeat "I'm dead we all are"

"Jamie, what do you do?" tell that Tommy is upset is tell too little. He looks like he is going to kill him. Jamie frightens a little, seeing the fire in his eyes. Hell, he is tempted to leave, or to look at Jude for protection…but at the end, he decides to stay where he is and face the consequences of his actions.

"I kissed Harry's daughter." He slowly confesses.

"YOU DID WHAT?" His partner yells at him.

"I… I didn't do it on purpose. We were arguing…."

"again" Sadie interrupts at low voice, smiling at her fiancé.

"And she was yelling at me, and she was insulting me, and she didn't want to hear me, and I wanted her to stop to speak and I didn't know what to do and so I kissed her. It just looked like the only thing to do"

"I told you, I saw this coming. Jamie, honey, there was too much tension between you two. It was inevitable. So Tommy, don't be too mad at him."

"Sadie, I don't like the sound of this thing. What are you exactly saying to me?"

"Yes Sadie, explain to me, too, because my and Andrews' society is going to fall."

"C'mon, they act as you acted with Jude!"

"We didn't…"

"Yes sister, you acted that way, believe me. And you too, Tommy, I knew you two too well. "

"We are sending each other death signals, not love ones!"

"Maybe not. But there's a lot of tension between you two, sexual tension, if I may add. So, please, come back to her and do something about it because we are all tired of that thing that is going on between you."

"Don't you dare to listen to her, Andrews, or I swear I'll kill you! There's only a thing that you are going to do, you are coming back to her and ask her pardon! And you are doing it now!"

Jamie leaves the sofa and decides to leave, not knowing what to do, but knowing for sure that he needs to ask her pardon.

"Don't listen to him, listen to me! I've always been good when it comes to put people together!"

"DON'T YOU DARE TO LISTEN TO HER, ANDREWS!"

"What are you going to do?" Jude asks him when he is already out of the house.

"I don't know. I'll try to speak with Christine, see if she is still mad at me."

"Tommy did this to me a lot of time in the past, I mean, kiss my without my permission, when we weren't already together, and I never protested."

"But you were in love, it's different."

"Jamie, Sadie is right. For me, she is just trying to have someone's attention, maybe yours."

"Well, we'll see. Bye, and 'night."

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When he enters in the building, he sees that someone is still there, but this isn't what's strange. The light comes from Christine's office, true, but what's strange is that there's the sound of an acoustic guitar and the sweet, low sing of one of the sweetest voices he has ever heard. Man, I don't know if this is better than Jude or not. I wonder who is. Maybe Christine is listening to some demo, but it seems a live. Maybe she is listening to someone right now. He immediately thinks.

It's been a long night, trying to find my way.

Been thru the darkness, now I finally have my day.

And I will see my dream come alive at last.

I will touch the sky.

And they're not gonna hold me down no more.

No they're not gonna change my mind.

'Cause I've got faith of the heart.

I'm going where my heart will take me.

I've got faith to believe. I can do anything.

I've got strength of the soul.

And no one's going to bend or break me.

I can reach any star.

I've got faith, Faith of the heart.

He isn't able to speak or move. He can't find the courage to stop her. It's Christine who's singing and playing the guitar… something he was sure, wasn't on her cords.

I know the wind's so cold, I've seen the darkest days.

But now the winds I feel, Are only winds of change.

I've been thru the fire, And I've been thru the rain,

But I'll be fine.

'Cause I've got faith of the heart.

I'm going where my heart will take me.

I've got faith to believe. I can do anything.

I've got strength of the soul.

And no one's going to bend or break me.

I can reach any star. 'Cause I've got faith,

'Cause I've got faith, Faith of the heart...

Amazing and incredible are the only words he can think about. He is seeing her in a different way now; something he couldn't believe could be possible. She is so… no, he is wrong, she isn't sweet. It's not sweetness what he is feeling trough her voice. She is sad. He believed she was just cold, heartless. Now Jamie Andrews knows that sometimes he is wrong. Because he just understands he was wrong about her, totally wrong. She is sweet, and sad, and full of passion (a flashback makes him remember that she replied at his kiss with the same passion that he put in it, so maybe she enjoyed it – as he did, he has to admit). She is sitting on her desk, she is totally taken from the music [note: Faith of the Heart, by Russel Watson, she is almost crying. He is just in the middle of the open door, but she can't see him.

I've got faith of the heart.

I'm going where my heart will take me.

I've got faith to believe.

And no one's going to bend or break me.

I can reach any star, 'Cause I've got faith,

'Cause I've got faith, Faith of the heart...

"Wow" he simply tells when she finish to sing. He decided to wait until the end of the song to speak with her; he couldn't find the courage to stop such an angelic voice. Now he can speak, but what exits from his mouth is just a muttered wow, who awakes her as well; Christine looks at him in shock; she can't believe someone was listening to her, she believed she was alone.

"I... I didn't know you were able. To sing and play the guitar, I mean. I believed you were just a… eh…" He tries to be as cool as possible.

"A heartless advocate? Well, don't you worry, I'm used to be called that way." She tells him smiling, putting away her guitar.

"I'm seeing that, you are smiling! Don't negate! So, music makes you smile, eh? It's Nice to know. Now I know how I can get along with you. – he goes to sit on her desk, near her – by the way, sorry for what happened before. For… for the kiss, I mean. I didn't have the right."

"Andrews, you are what, 20, 21? And you are still embarrassed when you kiss a girl? Or are you just embarrassed because you kissed me, which happen to be 24 and your partner's daughter, too?" she still smiles at him, crossing her arms.

Hell, what a beautiful smile she has. And see her lips. I want to kiss them again; I feel the urge to kiss them again. If I don't kiss her right now, I'll get crazy. "I didn't think it was going to happen, that's all. But maybe I could try a second shot, just to be sure why I felt and feel this way." He tells her in a seductive tone going nearer and nearer, taking again her pale face in his hands and kissing passionately her again, only to see her more receptive than the first time, because not only she deepened the kiss, but she literally jumps in his arms, putting her hands on his neck, and in his hair later, for what seems interminable minutes. They just let it go when they feel the urge to breathe again. Something they don't know if they'll never able to do again, because the kiss– and how they kissed each other – leave them breathless.

"Sorry for that one, too." He still stays near her, without looks in her eyes, the same thing she is doing, avoiding eye-contact.

"Believe me, you don't have to say you are sorry, because you're more than a decent kisser. I must admit that you are a great kisser, I didn't think you…."

"Believe me, me neither. I mean, I didn't know you were such a great singer. And the way you played the guitar… you are very good, Christine."

"I usually don't do it in front of other people. - She admits shiny – not because I don't know I'm good, because I know I'm a bit good, but…"

"But?"

"Don't laugh, ok? And don't tell to anybody."

"I swear."

"It's just that… I'm waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

"To sing for the one. You know, You are one of the few who ever had the honour to listen to me when I sing, and you all did because I didn't know you were around."

"You are waiting to sing for the man of your dream, the great love of your life… you're so romantic. I've never know you were this way. By the way, who's childish and dreaming now?"

"I've a reputation to protect, so if you tell what you saw to a living soul, you're dead."

"No one will never know about this evening, believe me" or at least, about what happened after I returned here.

"Thanks. And, I'm sorry if I gave you a hard time. But… since it's confession time… dad and us never get along too well, and while J.J. is more strong, much more strong, I've ever felt the need to have dad around, to have his compassion and his love, so I tried my best to act like I believed he wanted."

"Did it work?"

"Never. but when you told me about me and J.J., I went crazy, because, see, I'm very sensible on this theme. He always told me not try to impress dad, because it's not worthy the effort, and now I think I understand what he means. Maybe it's time to stop to be odious and try to be like him, it's time to be like me again. And believe me, I was and had a lot of fun when I was younger."

"After what you did to me, I believe you." he tells her laughing. Something she joins him into after few second.

"Thanks. I really needed it" she leans over him and gives him a small kiss on the cheek, and then she lays her head on his shoulder, sighing.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Sure you don't want to tank me the other way? I mean, with that great kiss of ours? - She doesn't answer at him. She knows he is just joking. But she has to admit that she is tempted, Like he is, to really do it. She just continues to smile at him – well, I guess it's early. But maybe, after few dates, or after just one date, if you prefer…"

"Dates? You want to go out with me?"

"yes, why not? I mean, just because I'm 21 while you are 24, there's just 3 years, and then your dad? The hell with him! You told it by yourself!"

"A date, eh? Well, Andrews, we'll see - she tells showing him the exit. – but I'll do it just at one condition."

"Whatever you want" I'd do whatever necessary for another one of your kisses. Hell, I think I'm going to kiss you right here right now! What the hell is she doing to me?

"Call me just Chris. I'd prefer to be just called like that."

"Chris, you say? Ok, it's not a problem. But stop to call me Andrews or James. It's just Jamie."

"ok. So, good night Jamie"

"Good night Chris"

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"I don't know what happened to my little sis', but in 24 hours she changed from a way to an other one." At eleven, J.J. enters in one of the studios, where Jude and Tommy are recording a song Jude just wrote. And it's Tommy who's speaking with. And it's Tommy who's looking a bit worried by this "revelation". Jude leaves her position and immediately joins them, seeing how her boyfriend is acting.

"Ehy people, what's happening?" she asks, crossing her arms and looking at both men in front of her.

"J.J. finds that his sister is acting in a strange way."

"you mean, strange as in a good way, or strange as a negative way?" she asks him a bit worried.

"I dunno, positive, I think. The only thing I know is that I found her awake at 3 looking at "Moulin Rouge" in the living room, crying. God, is since…- ha pauses for a while, not knowing what do to or to say after, like he is understanding that he is going to say something taboo – well, from a lot.- Tommy silently thanks God for what happened, and because, if she is strange in a positive way, it can't be too much of a problem for them, while Jude is already thinking about the many ways to put Christine and Jamie together. – she is, well, she is like the old Christine, how she was more or less… a couple of years ago."

"Well, Tommy, have we finished, because I have something to do and…"

"You're free to go; we've already finished, for now. But I'll need you, this afternoon too."

"You don't have to worry, my love, I'll be always at your side" She goes near him and kisses him on the lips; a kiss that's caste and pure at the beginning, but that, second after second, becomes more and more passionate. After a while, they remember they were having a conversation with J.J., who's still inside but he is looking in an other direction, and stop the kiss, a bit mortified.

"Sorry, J.J. We normally don't…" Tommy tries to explain, but the American stops him with a gesture of his right hand.

"That's not a problem. I had your same age. When me and Carrie were Jude's age, we already had our first daughter. And when we were Tommy's age, we already had our second one. You know, I still remember how it feels to be young and in love, since still I am. But please, don't leave the kisses interfere with your work."

"You have our word. Bye,People." Jude leaves the studio, where the two men are still talking about something she doesn't already know about (but she promises to keep in mind to ask Tommy, when he'll come over to dinner) and moves toward Jamie's office (formerly Darius' one) and she sweetly knocks at the door, and enters, when she notices that he is alone.

"Oh, hey Jude, you all right?" he asks her, trying not to show that something is making him upset.

"It's funny, because I was going to do the same question to you."

"What…. What do you mean?" he tries to remain as cool as possible, to act as nothing happened at all.

"C'mon, you know me…, I'm not like Speed. You can tell me everything and be sure that I'm not going to tell it around."

"Ok, but first close the door. If she find out I told you, she kills me."

Jude does as he asks, and than she goes to sit in front of her long time friend, who looks… worried? Tense? Thrilled?

"Now split out all the sordid details Jamie, because J.J. told us that Christine changed a lot from yesterday, and I think you could know why."

"There are no sordid details, Jude, who do you think I'm? I mean, it's true, after I listened to her sing and after I re-kissed her I spend the entire time trying to kiss her a third time and a forth one and etc and etc, and I tried to convince her to go out with me, but it doesn't mean that I wanted to rip her clothes apart, right?" he tells her without pause.

"Jamie, are you all right? You know, the last words don't sound so…"

"Yeah, it doesn't sound like me, I know, but, I swear, after I listened to her sing and play the guitar… I swear, I just wanted to take her face in my hands and kiss her, fiercely, animally, like I never kissed before, and… and I did! And the most shocking part is…"

"Is….? Go on, Jamie, I want to know everything!"

"She… - he becomes a little calmer – she kissed me, and how she kissed me. Luck we had to breathe, because I had a certain idea of what we were going to do."

"You mean that…"

"We were making up. And we aren't even together. You can't imagine the effect she has on me."

"I'm seeing it now, Jamie. And I have never seen you that way. All because you heard her sing?"

"She is so sexy, sweet, sad, when she sings… she is everything a human being can be. But don't tell to other persons that I told you that she sings, because she doesn't want to the others to find out."

"That's not a problem; I'll keep my mouth closed. And you, what are you going to do?"

"I think I asked her out on a date, but we didn't fix a date, so I don't know what exactly I'm going to do and if she is really going to go out with me, because I've never exactly been the "go out with girls" type, and you me. You know how… you know how typical I am."

"Ok, if you want an advice from a friend who happens to be a girl, I suggest you to start from the little things. Don't start immediately to think big, it could scare her or make her think you just want to arrive at… well, at her bed."

"Jude!" he shouts at her a bit horrified from what she just told him.

"Don't look at me this way. Listen to me. Don't ask her out on an "official date" or to dinner or to lunch. Just ask her if she wants to come with you to take a coffee at a small, romantic cafeteria that happens to be not so distant from here, I think you remember it, it's called Cafè Piazza Venezia. Something informal, just to came to know each other better."

"You know, it's not such a bad idea. I think I'll listen to you. I mean, you are engaged, sort of, so maybe you could be right. Bye" As Jamie takes from a chair his jacket; he leaves his office, followed by Jude, who whispering asks him "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to ask to my financial partner if she want to come to take a coffee with me. – He stops in front of her office, looking at Jude, who is still near him – you know Jude, maybe is better if you leave. This is something I have to do on my own. Bye Bye" and he enters. Jude remains for a moment in disbelief: she has never seen him that way before. He is changed a lot, and in such a short amount of time. She takes the scales and goes in the basement, waiting to see who will exit from Christine (that now is just Chris)'s office.

"I hope you are not too busy." He asks her as he enters in her office, without knocking. She looks at him, and sees exactly what she saw the evening before. A young man full of passion, but still confused, who doesn't know how to deal with her.

"I was just putting order between my papers, nothing special." She takes her classical titanium glasses off, and for the first time he sees that she wears glasses; she pulls the off button of her white I-pod, too, leaving the both of them on her desk, the same desk where the evening before they kissed and talked.

"Didn't know you used glasses." He says as he goes to sit on a chair in front of her, trying to take control of her MP3, just to give a look at its inside.

"I have to use them because I'm myopic, and you didn't know because I usually use contacts. - Smiling, she regains control of the MP3 – sorry but it's too personal, but, if you'll be a good kid, maybe, one day, I'll give you the honour to discover what I usually listen to."

She is smiling again. When she smiles at me that way, I can't control myself anymore.

"I'm a good kid, and to show you that, I'm inviting you - he pauses for a second .He is going to ask me out. He is using this damn seductive tone again, like yesterday. – to join mefor a coffee."

A coffee?? Why the hell he wants to take a coffee with me? I don't want to take a coffee with him!

"I see that you are quite… embarrassed as I am. And maybe, well, I think that you could be disappointed, too. Yesterday I asked you if sometimes you want to go out with me and I kissed you, and today I ask you for a coffee. The fact is… that I want to take things slow. I want to do them right. So I thought that maybe we could begin with a coffee and then see what happens."

"Let's see if I'm taking it the right way. This is a date, isn't it?" she is satisfied, and happy. Smiling at him again, she takes her wool-coat and goes downstairs, followed by him, who eventually goes in front of her to shows the road for the cafeteria where he wants to go with her, not knowing if she had been already there or not.

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