3. The first real kiss


 

After a half hour’s drive without a lot of talking, Katarina pointed to a big mansion on the right side of the street.  ‘That’s where I get out, Jean-Pierre.’ She pronounced his name with a French accent, with the rolling letter 'err', with a bit of exaggeration giving it a warm accent.

Jean-Pierre inserted his car between two parked ones on the right side of the road. He turned the key and the silence of the night enveloped and entered the car. ‘It was delighted to make your acquaintance, Katarina.’ With a smile, he gave her his hand.

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