MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

THE GOLDEN BOY

When he received an email from Enzo's stylist he couldn't believe it. He could picture his ex husband after his YES. Pulling the strings like a hard working spider to make sure he looked more handsome than anybody else. Tarek had accepted to go with him the day before. Why did he has to be so intense? As there was still left one long month to go, he might be sure he didn't change his mind.

"I know you are a very busy man as Enzo has told me. I would like to meet you when you can to show you some sketches about the suits".

He was sure Enzo didn't tell he was very busy. He could guess the sentence: "Meet him because my man works as a slave most of the time" or something like this.

He met Simon one of his afternoon with full shift when he went out of work at 4. He arrived with a briefcase full of Enzo's sketches, he knew quite well his energic and personal lines. His sketches were so personal like his handwriting or his speaking. Tarek couldn't believe it, turning page after page.

- Simon, when did Enzo draw all these sketches? There are a lot. Is going to do his own collection now?

- Seeemingly there are just a part of his ideas. Marc Jacobs is going to design your suit for the Oscar, right?

- Really? It's the first news I got.

- Wow, as Enzo talked about it so naturally I thought you had already known.

- This man is crazy -he said taking his hands to the head.

- Do you like Marc Jacobs?

- I love Marc Jacobs but...

- You don't have any idea, I see -he stood staring at him with half smile-. It's very romantic, what can I say?

- Simon, he's an asshole, you know?

- He is too. Well, look quietly the sketches and you can tell me what you like. Later on we can choose the complements. Enzo had told me your style is rather minimalist but with some detail that stands out.

- Is that my style? I'm learning another thing today. I don't know why he pays all of you. He could be designer, stylist. Know-it all...

- Anything. Look this red suit, it's divine. Well, you can watch them quietly.

He was turning each one of the sketches staring at every line. As simple drawings they could be in a exhibition in the British Museum, to start off. They were so well drawn that if he had had a high definition photo of a model with the suit, it wouldn't be more clarifying.

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Enzo was even more quicker sending him a whatsapp. Simon had gone to leave him decide calmly.

- Have you chosen something?

- Enzo, this time you've really crossed the line. It's too much.

- As Oscar Wilde once said, "nothing is so successful like the excess".

- Forget about sentences. Now what am I supposed to do?

- Oh, darling. Choose one, it's not so hard.

- Of course it is. Is this your frustrated fashion collection?

- Yessss; the collection, "My fairytale prince". That's how it's called.

- They are all amazing.

- I want everybody can't take their eyes off you and not on me.

- Well, we're gonna make people talk enough without that.