Fragment #160 – Trouver un cadeau

Fuck. Je ne vais jamais trouver. Un resto ? Pfff… Trop banal. Des vêtements ? Non mais on n’est pas mariées, quand même…
Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day… Take me to New York I’d love to see L.A…
Merde, mon portable ! Cette sonnerie est vraiment insupportable, penser à la changer.
“Yep.
- Sylvia, love, it’s Julia !! How are you, beautiful ?
- Julia, dear !! I really really miss you !! When will you come to see me in France ?
- Don’t know, I do have a lot of work for the Fashion Week. I’ll try to come in October.
- Tell me, I forgot my girl’s birthday… Do you have any idea of what I could do so that she forgave me ?
- Oh, oh… Honey, you have no chance. She won’t forgive you. When was it ?
- On the 20th… Of August…
- You’re screwed. Sorry for being honest…
- Fuck. I know. Oh, give me your email address, I’m trying to connect myself to the Internet !
- Waow ! The Big Revolution ! Are you gonna kill “Louis Quatorze” after that ?
- In fact, it was “Louis Seize”.
- Sure. I knew that. Fuck, I have to go. I’ll send you my address, I promise. Bye bye.
- Ciao bella !”

Des fleurs ? Pas suffisant… Un road-trip aux Etats-Unis ? Non, ça c’est ce que moi, je voudrais. Et si je l’emmenais à la Fashion Week avec moi ? Non, je pense qu’elle préfèrerait que je reste ici.
Merde.