Antoine snapped his fingers in front of her. ‘Attention! From the look on your face perhaps you like this mec more than you’re admitting. But since he’s out of the way in Malaya, my advice is to have some fun while you’re here in Paris. How about Giancarlo?’ He frowned. ‘No, I think he is seeing Mathilde. But there’s others – Robert, Didier, Guillaume.’
‘Stop! I’m not interested in any of them. Nor I imagine are any of them interested in me.’
Antoine rolled his eyes. ‘They’re not blind. But I am certain there’s someone. That dreamy expression in your eyes most of the time. Come on, tell me.’
‘You’re imagining things. It’s probably just because I’m anxious about the course.’
‘Anxious about the course? Bordel de merde! What do you have to be anxious about? You may not be the next Picasso
