Why doesn’t it surprise me that you have such an
imagination?”
PAUL
In
the morning I wake up early. Conflicting emotions invade my heart. Joy at the
thought of the day ahead but also fear that this is all a misunderstanding. I
have no reason to worry though because when Paul comes to get me half an hour
later, he addresses me with a smile that shows he is as impatient about this
day as I am.
“I
thought we could plan our day while having breakfast. I noticed a little coffee
shop yesterday a few blocks from here. Do you agree?”
The
coffee he talks about is lovely and everything we order is delicious. Paul
ordered coffee and a croissant, and he tells me about the first time he tasted
one and how he fell in love with a small bakery in Paris.
“So
you can be human after all,” I
