
It turned out that she was that easy to get a date. Good technique and a good job. It's the perfect mix to get a date with the perfect woman. This lucky bastard is indeed a lot of people chasing.
I saw them as if I were watching theather show. The woman sits in a provocative manner, while the man behaves she is the power-holder. This is indeed a love drama that takes place between two human children.
"I can't have a job. If I could I'd call. I can't promise you anything."
"You must not have called as usual." It turns out that this one has often been ignored by Francoise.
"If I could." Fake harpan. I grimaced, does this woman still humble herself to hope.
"You must be lying." It's good that woman is smart, the person in front of me must be lying to you. You should have appreciated yourself more.
After exchanging words for only a few moments the woman left it seemed that she already knew there was no point in expecting this man. It's good he knows how he should behave.
"I admit you're popular. I believe your bullshit right now, you're amazing." I praised him blatantly, Francoise Civil is indeed as he said for the business of getting women.
But he he alone with my praise. Somehow he did not boast this time, usually he will answer me with pride.
"Eat." He answered me short. I eat with the mind still asking.
"What's wrong with you?"
"What?"
"You're not weird, usually you'll tell me how many women you've conquered."
"Am I really weird."
"really. Now why are you keeping quiet? You ill? Or you're bored with what already exists. You can get another one easily instead of "I'm smiling broadly now. Guessing he seems to need a new challenge.
"You think I'm bad."
"That's it." Even he did not continue to talk, what happened to him today.
"Is the problem with Nicholai over?"
"For the time being, just wait for the report later."
"Hmm good, I can work quietly."
"I'll solve the problem with Nicholai you don't have to call her."
"Is that? Alright. Why would I call her."
"I have a lot to talk about." He was acting weird when I mentioned Nicholai exactly why he was. There's no way she's jealous of Nicholai, is she? We are just friends after all. Friends are not jealous of each other.
There's no way she's jealous.
I'm removing that possibility. He never found me too attractive to his other women, if I had thought that I would even need peran*gsang drugs to get it back then.
And last time I went to his apartment he didn't even try to touch me at all. There's no way he's jealous that kind of thing doesn't exist in our friend's relationship, he's the one who says our relationship doesn't touch each other.
"See you. Thank you for driving me."
"Yes, take care of yourself. We're meeting Monday night next week as usual?"
"Yes fine." Monday night when we had dinner.
I think he needs someone to talk to. As usual, that playboy bastard could always tell us anything at our dinner.
He just needs a story. That's my conclusion for now about our strange platonic relationship.