Jane was sitting at a bonfire in the back yard, wrapped up in blankets reading a book enjoying the early winter sun, being depressed when she does not notice Tristan taking a seat next to her, “got some Four-seasons pizza if you would like some?”
“Didn’t notice you. Thank you,” she says, reaching into the pizza box and taking a slice.
Tristan puts the pizza between them, “do you have plans for tomorrow?”
“Yes,” Jane holds up her book.
“Either than reading?” Tristan laughs.
“No,” Jane says, taking another slice of pizza.
“Come with me to the Palace of the Prince of Monaco. Prince Albert II is going to be there,” Tristan tries to ask her out on a date.
“As long as it is not a date, sure,” Jane says, making herself clear.
“Why can it not be a date?” Tristan asks, wondering how he is
