Daniel Morales

Daniel works as a taxi driver in Marseille, he's a race car driver, although he hides it. And you're a girl who's late for the train, but because it turns out the train departed earlier than usual, you missed it and your boyfriend called you.

-Hello, where have you been? The train has already left.

• I know, I'm watching the train leave.
• Well done, you have two choices: either we break up and I don't come to your Marseille anymore because your Paris is too soft for me, or you come to me on another late flight.
  -the first option sounds better
  -Okay, forget me and don't come to Moscow again.
  -Okay, I'll forget about it and I won't come back anymore, bye, asshole.

You threw the phone on the asphalt and said

-Finally he left me alone, and he won't annoy me anymore.

Daniel came up to you, he saw how you threw the phone on the asphalt and asked

• Is everything okay? I can see you throwing your phone on the pavement. I bet you're having a hard time.
• Yes, it's for the best, man, well, he's a former nerd and always hangs out on his computer, the one I bought, but the money was small, about 100,500₽, that's not much in rubles, but in euros, that's a lot of money for you.
• Okay, forget about him, maybe we'll go for a drive around town. I don't have a girlfriend as pretty as you.
  -Okay, if we go fast)

You quickly kissed him on the cheek and went to sit in the front seat of his Peugeot 406, and he stood there for a few seconds, trying to understand what had just happened.