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Pierre and Thorne sat together, having a drink at a bar. Thorne was questioning Pierre about his mysterious woman. Pierre didn't really feel like talking about it, but he couldn't avoid it. He described his encounter with the unknown woman. However, he kept two important details from Thorne. First, he didn't mention that he had met her at Forrester Creation and second, he concealed the fact that his dream lady was Taylor. Thorne listened to him excitedly.
"That sounds so romantic, your collision with your mythical creature. But how are you going to find her, if you don't know her name?"
Pierre, at first, fumbled a little embarrassed.
"Oh, I have the feeling we'll meet again pretty soon. That's what my instinct tells me!" Hastily, he changed the subject. They were now talking about the latest collection and Pierre narrated about his work and life in Paris.
"How did you actually come up with the idea to move here to LA?"
"I just needed to get out, see different things and meet new people. Paris is a fascinating city, but every now and then, you need to take a break to feel the magic again afterward. And LA has always been a dream of mine. Since I was a little boy, I had this fantasy of living here for a while. " Thorne understood very well what Pierre meant. He had been to Paris quite often in his life and every time he hadn't been there for a longer period, he felt the magic and spirit Pierre was talking about. During their conversation, Pierre kept letting his eyes wander around. Suddenly, he froze. He almost fell off his bar stool. Ridge and Taylor were sitting at one table in the restaurant area. An emotional outburst raged inside Pierre. Why did they have to come to the same place as him? Thorne followed his gaze and spotted his brother and sister-in-law as well. He grinned.
"LA is really like a village sometimes. You're always running into each other in the same place, as if there weren't enough restaurants in the city."
Pierre, on the other hand, was still staring spellbound at his boss and his secret love. The two, however, had not yet noticed him. They seemed to be oblivious to their surroundings and only had eyes for each other. Slightly disgusted, Pierre watched as the two held hands, occasionally rubbing their noses and beaming at each other like two teenagers in love. Thorne observed his brother's amorous bliss as well. He patted Pierre companionably on the shoulder.
"You'll have to get used to that sight. The only way to break these two up is with a chisel!"
"Oh yeah?" stammered Pierre. "It's kind of touching, isn't it?! I mean that they love each other so much. They really seem to be meant for each other!"
"Indeed! I actually didn't think it was possible, but they are truly happy together and as you can see, they are still floating on cloud nine. Yet they've been married for a whole year now."
"Only one year?! I thought they've been together forever? Steffy and Thomas are their joint children, right?"
"Yes, that's true, but let's put it this way. I don't want to go into too much detail right now, but these two share a very long and complicated love story with each other. They've been married several times and then have been separated for extended periods of time. In fact, Ridge was married to Brooke for a long time."
"What?! Brooke and Ridge were married once, too?! Well, I wouldn't have thought that. Their interaction at work is always so stiff and cold!"
"Well, they were married and once very much in love. They also have a son together. He's at a boarding school in Boston right now. The two were considered the most perfect couple for a long time, but then, a few months ago, their marriage finally fell apart. Ridge and Taylor met again by chance in San Francisco. They both lived there at the time and somehow, they got back together."
"Interesting!" muttered Pierre. He was eager to learn more about their relationship. Thorne readily gave him all the information he wanted.
"Well, exactly how they became involved is still unknown. They kept it a secret from the family at first. At some point, they just showed up together and announced that they were a couple again. Later, they got married, and since then, they stick together in every free moment."
Thorne pulled a face, Pierre strained to keep a carefree facade. He didn't want to let Thorne know what he was really thinking.
"Sounds cute! It's nice to see that true love apparently still exists!"
His eyes wandered again to Ridge and Taylor, who had moved into exchanging tender little kisses.
Taylor beamed at Ridge.
"First, I was pretty mad at Thomas for just inviting all his friends over to watch basketball at our house. But now I'm almost grateful to him. At least I get to enjoy having a date with you again!"
"You're acting like I'd never invite you to dinner otherwise."
"No, not at all. Besides, I cherish our quiet evenings together at home all alone, but every once in a while, it does feel good to be pampered properly.
"You're absolutely right, as always, Doc!"
Her gaze wandered around the restaurant.
"Hey,look! There is Thorne with that new designer. What's his name again? Pierre, right?"
Ridge looked in her direction.
"Indeed, what are they doing here?"
"Enjoy a pleasant evening just like we. By the way, it's good for Thorne to get out and socialize. I'm sure he's feeling lonely while Aly is on her school trip."
"Yeah, you have a point!"
A waiter brought them their plates. During the meal, Ridge kept unabashedly swiping carrots from Taylor's plate. She punished him with a stern look.
"Why don't you ever order your own carrots, but always wait for me to get some?" Ridge made an innocent face.
"They just taste so much better when I steal them from you!"
"Ridge Forrester, I guess you'll never grow up!"
Without inhibition, he grabbed another carrot and let himself savor it.
"Now come on, Doc! I know exactly if I would just get all serious and act all grown up, you wouldn't be so in love with me!"
Taylor had to smile against her will. Her husband just knew her too well. Ridge pricked some vegetables off his plate with his fork and held them out to her.
"Here, to make up for it!"
Taylor grinned and willingly let him feed her. Neither of them noticed Pierre watching them out of the corner of his eye.
Thorne rubbed his eyes.
"Honestly, I'm pretty tired. Shall we go?"
"Yeah, fine with me!" Pierre yawned as well. "I'm totally exhausted, too. I think I can still feel the time difference."
The two set off to leave the restaurant. At the door, Pierre turned around once more. He took one last look at Ridge and Taylor, who were twirling their rounds on the dance floor, tightly entwined.
Ridge led Taylor back to her seat. The waiter came and cleared their table. He asked if they wanted a dessert, but they both declined. As soon as the waiter was out of earshot, Ridge reached for Taylor's hand.
"I think we'd better wait to have our dessert until we get home!"
"An excellent idea!"
It was pretty late when Pierre entered his apartment. However, he felt no trace of fatigue yet. He was still far too agitated and confused. After all, it doesn't happen every day that first you meet the absolute perfect woman and then you have to realize she is your boss's wife and also seems to have eyes only for him. Pierre let himself fall on his couch. From a purely objective point of view, the matter was completely obvious to him. Taylor was married and so he had to forget her as soon as possible, yet still...he felt an exciting tingle in his guts every time he thought of her. He sat down at his notebook and typed Taylor's name into the search engine. He came across some articles from a medical journal, which appeared to have been written by Taylor. His beloved crush was obviously not only incredibly beautiful but also extremely smart. His admiration for her grew even more. He continued to browse through the internet. Normally, he wasn't interested in the tabloids, but now he read every headline he could find about her. He came across a picture of Taylor and Ridge in which she looked so lovely and admirable. He printed it out and cut the picture in half. The part that showed Ridge he crumpled up and threw away. Gushing dreamily at Taylor's photo, he stroked it gently. He remembered how Taylor and Ridge had danced together. It must be wonderful to dance with her and hold her in his arms. As he continued to adore her image, his mind wandered. In his imagination, he saw himself floating across the dancefloor with Taylor in his arms.