"It could have been you, do you...".
"Reminisce it every day?"
"You don't seem to."
"I met other people there. And I hope you did too."
His hair was a bit longer than when we met. He also had a more peaceful speaking rhythm. He looked like a man now. I wondered whether I still looked younger than him.
"Yeah... I met some people." I smiled, tense while saying it in my mind.
I made up it all in my head. I didn't say that but I could read it on his face. The truth is that we have just got an awkward silence since he said he recognized me.
"Hum... I am going to take a mop," he whispered this time for real.
He went to his kitchen and I observed his apartment, now that he was not hiding it. Very clean and refined. His couch seemed to be a million-dollar one. There were some swimming trophies and a frame of a race car on a table, along with a bottle of wine. To be honest, I was searching for evidence of a woman's presence but there was not any. He came back to this city alone. I knew him, he must have one-night stands sometimes, after working at his desk for weeks and not seeing anyone. You never knew when he would reappear.
Felix came back to the door with his mop. He stopped in front of me.
"You should have bought my apartment."
"Yours is bigger. I am fine with my studio. I am not staying in Paris that much, anyway."
"I bet you went to Montmartre when you arrived here."
"Actually, I haven't yet."
"So... You should go there, now..."
"Alright, you want me to go. I get it."
I started to walk back to my door when he murmured something. I cried as soon as I locked my door.
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The chestnuts of Montmartre
Romance"Chestnuts, painters, restaurants... I fell for the place before than for Felix, to be honest. Felix was leaning against the wall, on the corner of the street. I immediately fell in love the first second I noticed him. He looked like midnight rain...
