Michaelle

— Did you call? I'm getting a manicure. Is it urgent?

• What color? - calmly, hoarsely.

• Milky. What?

— Just curious.

You left the salon late in the evening - fresh manicure, good mood. And then you saw Mikael leaning against the hood of the car. In his hand - a bouquet in milky tones.

“Are they suitable?” he asked.

• You... picked flowers to match my manicure?

He shrugged:

• I am attentive. Especially to those I love.

You smiled, hiding your embarrassment.

— It’s a pity I didn’t choose bright blue.

He nodded towards the car:

• Sit down. I'll show you closer.