Simon was like a thorn. Yesterday she met in the Tearoom, where she worked her best friend, a new-faced. He was a tall boy with blond hair, braided into dreaded, like the right tea. He was a student of the philosophical faculty, namely philosophy and aesthetics. Simon couldn't get over the fact that the boy was intelligent, educated, incredibly pleasant voice, and he's so nice. Simon had never met a man who would take her immediately and enchanted as much as he had enchanted this James.
Simone's friend later laughed at her and told her she should work on how to seduce a man, or at least this type of men, because James is not like her boring lawyers and economists in the company. And Simon had to say that he couldn't wait to meet Jakubo today.