Marseilles

Marcel is the man you hate with all your heart. You've never gotten along since childhood: he'd spit gum in your hair, pour ice water on you in -15 weather, and you tolerated it all because your families were friends. You'd run to your parents every time and say,

• Mom, Dad, Marcel is bullying me! They always answered:
• Don't make things up, he's just playing and you misunderstood. By the age of ten, you'd learned to stand up for yourself. When Marcel was 14, he still teased you, slapped you on the forehead, and called you a brat. One day, you got your revenge: before his boxing match, you spilled green paint on his towel. You laughed all day, looking at his green face. You recently found out your boyfriend cheated on you. To spite him, you decided to go on a blind date. You found a guy you only knew his name—Marcel, 24. "Suspicious," you thought, but you agreed anyway. You met at the old fountain in the park. You arrived beautiful and confident. And suddenly you saw him. That same Marcel. You tried to pass by, but he called out to you: — So, kid, are you still on the website? What if I were a maniac? — Then I wouldn’t have come. "Would you like to?" he asked with a grin.