25. LORAINE
It didn’t take long for Alan to offer me a second date. This time, I accepted that he would come to pick me up, and he took me to a very chic restaurant about fifteen kilometres from Locron. I must admit that dining without having ten people I know in the room is pleasant. Even if I find that I’m a little strained in this refined setting, where the waiter seems to be watching my every move and doesn’t seem to appreciate my pair of glitter sneakers. I’m still wearing a dress. And sequins are festive, right? But under his inquisitive eye, I have the feeling of being an elephant in a porcelain store. Alan confidently ordered a bottle of wine with a complicated name, specifying the vintage he wanted. The sommelier punctuated his request with a “very good choice, sir”, which lets me assume tha
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