Up for Love

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- "Home"?

- Excuse me?

I'm calling from a mobile I found.

I didn't know the owner's name,

so I checked the contacts

and found one called "Home",

so I called you.

- You have my phone?

- Looks that way.

Thank you! That's great.

Where did you find it?

On the terrace at the Garibaldi.

Wow! It's crazy. I looked everywhere.

I don't know how I forgot it.

L can tell you that.

You were arguing with someone.

You hung up abruptly, paid the bill,

and walked off

leaving your phone on the table.

- You were sitting next to me?

- A few tables away.

And you heard?

- I think everyone heard.

- Oh, no.

I'm so ashamed.

I must've seemed half-hysterical.

As you noticed, I'm having

relationship problems with someone...

- Bruno?

- Excuse me?

The relationship problems are with Bruno?

- He's called seven times since you left.

- OK.

He texted too.

- Should I read you his messages?

- No, that's OK. Very kind, thank you.

- But I don't understand...

- Yes?

If you saw me leave without my phone,

why didn't you just give it back to me?

I could've, it's true.

But what would've happened?

I'd have given you your phone,

you'd have said thank you,

and walked off without even seeing me.

Whereas now, when I give it back to you...

HI have your attention.

- Shit! What an idiot!

- Pardon?

My bath is running over.

- Go on, I'll call you back.

- OK.

Shit!

It's everywhere!

- You didn't leave me much time.

- Who didn't?

No, Bruno, that's enough.

We've argued enough for one day.

Diane, it's a mess.

There won't be an agreement.

I told you what I think! I'm tired now.

I'd like to take a bath or go to bed.

To do something else.

t'll go to court.

I won't give in. If you don't agree,

we'll separate. That's it.

We are separated, darling.

I meant professionally.

And stop calling me darling. It's absurd.

Why don't you trust me'?

Try me one time.

I have to go, I have a call.

- Who?

- It's none of your business.

Think it over, we need this...

Bruno, I'm hanging up! Goodbye.

Hello.

- You really irritate me.

- Already?

- We barely know each other.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't think it was you.

I was talking to...

Bruno?

Yes. He's my ex.

- Has it been long?

- What?

That you've been separated.

Three years.

But I'm not sure anyone's told him.

Why am I telling you this?

I don't know you.

Me neither.

Do you have a name,

or do I keep calling you "Home"?

Home is a pretty name.

Diane. And you?

Alexandre.

Why does Bruno keep chasing after you?

He's not chasing after me. We're partners.

- I see.

- Yeah.

- You have a company?

- A law practice.

- Civil or corporate?

- A bit of both.

- Which do you prefer?

- It depends...

- What exactly are you doing?

- Nothing. Talking to you.

- It's pleasant, isn't it?

- Yes...

But it's kind of...

Kind of weird. You're right.

And I suggest we stop.

Now that we have

a fabulous opportunity...

- An opportunity?

- To have dinner together.

Oh, I see. And who exactly

is it an opportunity for?

For me, I admit.

- What's in it for me?

- A telephone!

But it's my telephone!

But I have it.

You're holding it hostage.

I don't know what to say, because...

I have one principle in life.

- Never have dinner with strangers.

- You're perfectly right.

Especially nowadays.

How about lunch?

A cup of coffee? Ice cream? A crpe?

A merry-go-round ride'?

Come on, I need some help!

You don't give up.

Never. Perseverance is

one of my foremost qualities.

- What about modesty?

- That too.

But I'm not sure it would get me

a yes tonight.

Am I right?

So, Home, what do you say?

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