MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

UNDER PRESSURE

- Enzo, where have you been? The lunch is over and the after-lunch speech too.

Enzo grabbed his phone after  quite a while. He was stunned. He had run such a long time.

- I'm fine, Taron. Come and get me.

- Where are you?

- The talent agency TGMD is across the road -he said looking at the building on his left.

- What are you doing there? Leaving your curriculum?

Enzo didn't laugh his joke and Taron got worried.

- What happened?

- Nothing, I've started to run and I've come here. Won't you come and get me or not?

Taron didn't ask anymore. At this stage his boss and friend was not in the mood to jogging, that's for sure. If Enzo wanted to tell him something, he would. But he was sure something serious had happened to him. The last time he saw him, he was with Chris and that didn't reassure him.

Before resuming the shooting of the battles in Romania, he had one whole week to recharge his batteries. Enzo was melancholic all the way back home. Sparing with his words and some moments really moody. The only thing he found comfort to cheer him up was Sweet. He asked the stewardess allow him to put out the cat from his cage that he had at his feet but she said he couldn't. The only thing he could do was trying to give him some water. Enzo was not used to deny him things so firmly and fixed his impressive eyes disdainfully on the woman at her scarce flexibility.

- You don't have any cats, do you? -he couldn't help saying.

- The cat is just great. He's behaving so good.

- He needs me to stroke his fur. Will I spend more than 11 hours without touching him?

The stewardess looked at him confused but at the end she shrugged helplessly. He knew what she thought about him. Another outrageous famous.

- They are the rules, sir -she settled turning around.

- Bitch -he mumbled.

- Enzo, control yourself. She has heard you -Taron scolded and nudging him-. She's going to tell you're one of those misogynist gays.

As Tarek had already experience having taken with him Greta on plane, gave strict commands to Taron about what to do with Sweet. In such a long flight it was advisable carrying the cat on the cage some days before taking the flight, to get the cat used to being trapped in there.

- Make sure Enzo don't stuff the cat with food, Taron. Take charge of everything. I'm sure he will be more nervous than Sweet and can give it to him.

- How well you know him. He's unsufferable.

- What's happened? What's wrong?

- Nothing. Just the usual things, I guess. He's exhausted, I think he only needs to sleep.

Eventually Sweet, although being his first flight and what's more transoceanic one, behaved quite well. He just let out some lamenting meows when they took off and at the landing.

- Oh, darling. I will never make this to you anymore. I promise you -he said putting the cat at last out of the cage and fondling him.

Tarek, picked him up at the airport with Carl and saw right away his husband was not ok. At first sight it looked like tiredness but there was sadness in his eyes and bags under them.

- I just wanna sleep -Enzo mumbled against Tarek's lap, already in the car.

That statement itself was exotic in someone who regarded eating, shaving and sleeping, a waste of time. Something was surely wrong.