So why me

02h05pm - Paris time

On the Seine, on board the boat on which he and Meg come to finish a very hearty fish lunch, Adam listens to the host speak in several languages including English, which is very well mastered. History of the Seine, of the boatmen who went down and up it during the past centuries, history of Paris and the monuments they currently pass through. A brief introduction to architectural education, the history of France, its kings, its republics, Adam who yawns firmly, is bored to death on board. He, who already barely knows the history of his own country, doesn't care if Louis what's-his-name did this or that because he doesn't even know who that guy with the complicated name was.

"Adam, you know since my studies this is the first time I've come back to Paris. I didn't think much of it when I was in New York, but the fact is, my return here makes me think back to the friends of the time, to our evenings and weekends by the sea. It is not that far away and yet it seems to me that it happened forever ago. I think I suddenly feel a little old when my eyes meet all these monuments that are so familiar to me but that I hadn't seen in all these years."

Adam, who was going to complain about his fate, very quickly closes his mouth. Complaining at this very moment would not be very wise. He is very aware that although his Meg is only 28 years old, being in a relationship with him makes her ask herself many questions about herself, her actions, as well as her age. Children, legality of their relationship, the fear that he will leave her for to settle with a girl of his age, as well as many other reasons of the same kind. Often, he sees her worried expression, followed by an embarrassed and unconvincing smile when she notices that he is looking at her. On many occasions, Adam tried gently to reassure her, but when it came to the child's issue, he never touched a word about it and she herself did not address the issue. Both of them fully appreciate the reality of their complicated situation. Adam is 17 years old, until recently, their relationship was not as clear as it is now and Meg herself has a difficult choice between private and professional life. Adam seeing Meg wearing one of these worried expressions, which is also one of the reasons why he could never take his eyes off her, breaks the professional contract between them and leaned over the table to put his lips on hers.

"If I tell you that you're the most beautiful woman and you're anything but old, does that make you feel better?"

"Adam, your behavior is that of a mischievous bad kid and don't smile like that, I'm very serious. Adam, no, what are you doing? Please, we're not alone, take off your hand from under the table. Adam, no, no, I said no, leave my pantyhose alone, no, Adam."

Under Adam's delighted eyes, that Meg had stopped thinking about negative things and at the same time a little disappointed that she had not had the chance to caress her sexy thighs, Adam who watches Meg flee to the bathroom, covers her mouth so as not to draw more attention to the teople, who for all present, are already well aware of the young couple's passionate games and find it much more interesting than the pompous words of this monotonous talk show host.

04h50pm

No, he definitely doesn't, he doesn't understand art. Earlier he was told that it was cubism or expressionism, at last he saw both and his opinion on the question is very clear: He is a beautiful piece of shit and he himself who is not very good with brushes in his hand, can do the same. Now it's impressionism, Monet, that he said the guy. While the rest of the audience walks in this place of death, Meg also, alls sigh at the beauty of the works of art on display, Adam the left corner of the mouth curved down, the right eye slightly closed, definitely does not understand. In front of the dark blue, white and grey, depressed at these paintings that mades him want to swallow 10 doses of Lithium, he swears loudly by kicking into a metal pole, in charge of maintaining him away from the abomination.

Finally a hall with a distributor. According to him, for too long stuck in this place, Adam has been rushing towards this reminder of civilization which for him is an airlock of decompression, his promised land, in this asylum of the insane in which all these people applaud the slightest crust painted with the feet, from the moment his creator bears a name that was in his time, acclaimed by their predecessors just as mentally unstable as they are.

Facing an Adam sitting on his bench with a soda in his hand, Meg sighs. When a nice old lady comes to give cakes to the handsome young man who takes them with a laugh, Meg is exasperated by Adam's behaviour, who refuses to open himself to what he doesn't understand and even more to what he doesn't know. She did not bring him here to know every painting, every master's name or the story behind these paintings. No, she just wanted him to arouse his curiosity and broaden his horizons in order to increase his general knowledge. When she hears Adam say that to be a model, stupidity is the most important baggage, she gets angry. What will he do at fancy parties, during interviews with major magazines in front of journalists who are more focused on their questions or in any other situation where people demand to see something else behind the image of the model? Will he tell them: (I apologize, I'm a model so I'm stupid and I don't understand anything you're talking about, but I'd like a cupcake?)

"Did Adam see anything that caught your attention?"

"Um yes, indeed I learned something new when I came here today. Hey Meg, did you know they have some kind of strawberry Coke here? Honestly, I've tried and I can guarantee you it's really not bad. Here, you want a taste?"