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Sam! Hi!

- Hello.

- Ooh.

Aw, look at you. Oh, my God. It's

been forever. How are you doing?

No. I'm good. You look amazing.

Sam, this is Jess, my friend

from Paris. She came over with me.

Mmm.

Sh*t!

- You all right?

- Yes.

No.

- I actually think I'm making it worse.

- Just say it's woman's problems.

That's so much worse

than wine though.

Just say it's wine.

- It is.

- Yeah.

- So, do you come here often?

- No. No, not really.

I've only been here once before.

I always thought it was a bit posh.

- A bit of a dive?

- Dive. Posh dive.

- It's a confusing concept for a club.

- Hmm.

Is it much different here to Paris?

Yeah.

I'm freezing.

Maybe you just need

some food inside you.

- Go on. Next move.

- Rub the nipples!

You're wearing your "f*** me"

boots tonight then, Sam.

No, they're tiny. They're

more like "finger me" boots.

See, I told you she was funny.

You know, she talks about you all the

time, about when you were in college.

Oh, really?

"Me and Sam did this.

Me and Sam did that."

She told me about the time that you drank

too much Guinness and shat yourself.

That's just too funny.

Do you remember that?

And everyone called you "sh*t girl".

- Nobody called me that.

- Yeah, they did.

- Well, that's very clever wordplay.

- Aw.

I haven't shat myself since,

so... Whoo-hoo.

Eight years clean.

Rarr! Rarr!

Oh, my God. Let's get a photo.

So, what have you been

up to in Paris then?

Um, just working mainly.

- It's something to do with fashion, is it?

- Yeah, we run an online fashion blog.

Cor. That sounds great.

Oh.

And I got engaged.

- Oh, my God! To Marcel?

- Yeah.

Is it? Yeah. Oh! Amazing!

Yeah. It's massive.

The same designer that did mine.

So creative, it's unique, it's like...

It's like art. Don't you think?

You're engaged too?

No, I'm married. Yeah, with a

little girl, Kyla. She's three.

- She is so sweet.

- You have a kid?

You look...

I left her in Paris with her father, who's

probably spoiling her rotten by now.

He's amazing like that.

Just amazing.

- So, when is it you're getting married?

- In March.

- Wow. That's in a month.

- I know.

We've just been rushing round like

maniacs, really, trying to get it ready.

He's so obsessed

with her, it's so cute.

- He's not obsessed with me.

- He is obsessed with you.

Oui, oui.

Oh, wait, wait, wait. Let me hide

my bag. I had this one last week.

Text it to Sam.

Obviously.

So, Sam, tell us about you.

What have you been up to?

Uh...

Ooh, fill me in on the

whole lawyer thing.

What "lawyer thing"?

Didn't you do a law

conversion after college?

Yeah. No, sorry. Of course.

Yeah, that is kinda what I do.

Wow. That's really impressive.

- See, I told you she was smart.

- Yeah.

Yeah, that's me.

So what kind of law do you do?

Divorces. Divorce law.

- Right.

- Irreconcilable differences.

Splitting up assets. Pre-nups.

That kind of thing.

- God, that sounds a bit depressing.

- No. No, I'm not depressed.

No. I just mean being on such

a negative side of things.

Yeah, I'm not depressed though.

So what does it entail exactly?

Erm...

Well, a lot of long hours

as you can imagine.

With all the cases

and clients and...

Little cards. Little

business cards.

Really good. So, does

that not make it, like,

really hard though with the long hours

to, uh, find somebody for yourself?

No. Not at all, actually.

Ooh, tell us more, tell us more.

Well, I am with someone.

Oh, don't you look nice.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Has she got any ID?

- She's 23.

- Don't look a day over 17 to me.

Mate, she's 23, for f***'s sake.

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