Up for Love Page #4

It's not me doing that, it's you.

Look, maybe I overreacted a bit.

We have until Tuesday to decide?

- I'll give it some more thought.

- OK, good.

Coralie, call Lefort

and confirm the hearing for Thursday.

Magnesium.

Excuse me?

You should take magnesium

for your palpebral tremor.

OK.

Don't you have any work to do?

Oh, yes! The Marconi file.

Yes?

- Alexandre, it's Diane.

- Diane!

- Sh*t.

- Are you OK?

Yes. I hit my head on the ceiling.

Hang on. I'll get out of here.

Sorry.

That's better.

- Where are you?

- In Lige.

The Lige Opera, really.

The Lige Opera?

- We're working on an extension.

- Gosh.

It's a big project. It'll be fabulous.

And how are you?

I'm fine, thank you.

We said we'd call each other...

but maybe this is bad timing?

Not at all. I wanted to call you,

I just didn't find the time.

I understand.

Me too... things are pretty intense.

I have a million things to do.

L won't bother you any longer.

Hang on. What are you doing tonight?

L don't know.

My plane is at five pm.

We could meet at nine if you like?

There's a place I'd like to show you.

It's rather... unusual.

On solid ground?

- It's definitely on solid ground.

- OK, then.

See you tonight, Alexandre.

Thanks. Have a good flight.

- Thanks. See you later.

- OK.

- What?

- Nothing. Here's the Marconi file.

Good.

And for Lefort... postpone the hearing.

- But...

- No buts.

Until Bruno and I reach an agreement,

we're not going.

- Alexandre?

- Over here.

Alexandre?

Right here.

- You scared me.

- It's this way.

Where are we going?

Hey, there.

- Hello, Simone.

- Hey, handsome.

You have a table for two?

- She doesn't say hello?

- Excuse me.

I'm teasing, hon.

Mario! You have a table for Alexandre?

For two.

Have a seat at the bar.

I'll see what we can do.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

- This place is amazing.

- Isn't it?

It's 100 per cent clandestine.

Cooks from freighters

take turns in the kitchen.

Simone, who's cooking tonight?

Andreas. A Cypriot.

He made squid in black ink sauce.

I want no leftovers!

She's a great gal. But don't cross her.

I'm lucky, she likes me.

From what I see, everyone likes you.

Yeah.

What?

"Everyone" is sort of the same

as "no one".

- Your table is ready.

- Great.

- I can take...

- No, I've got it.

- I'm glad to be here, really.

- It shows.

- Tell me a joke.

- Excuse me?

Tell me a joke.

It'll loosen up the atmosphere.

I'm terrible at jokes.

I never tell them right.

I always think about

the punchline while I'm telling them,

and then I forget the story.

Also, I don't get jokes, because...

- You don't get jokes?

- Never.

I concentrate hard,

but I never know when to laugh...

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