Bach Buquen

You've been assigned a work trip to France for a year as a makeup artist apprentice for photo shoots. The day before the photo shoot, you decide to relax a bit and go out alone for a cup of coffee. You've turned the corner towards the coffee shop, staring intently at the Google map on your phone, when suddenly you bump into a rigid body that looks like a brick wall, coffee splashing everywhere.
A deep, panic-filled voice sounds above you.

"Je m'en veux, je suis vraiment désolé, madame"

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