Speaking of the event
Moris had spent the whole Sundays with Dafne. Before in the house, then in the cafe. You/he/she had reassured her the more possible. The desire to go home of Bob to break his face had been strong, but not having any certainty, Dafne had prevented him from it. That situation was not the ideal to conquer its heart. But to be her near allowed him to show her his/her love and to protect her/it. And this was already enough for him.
Monday, as preannounced, Moris would have introduced Daylight to the boys of the cafe. Daylight was the owner of the agency for which you/they had to prepare the event. That intense working week was a good way not to think about that sad epilogue of the weekend, in which the threatening presence of Bob had fluttered around them in bossy way. Moris was embittered, because you/he/she would have liked to remember that days as the most important of his/her life. Finally the most famous" head of cazzo" of Milan, as his/her friends had always classified him/it, it loved indeed someone. In passed an only history you/he/she had approached him/it to those feelings, but you/he/she had never perceived her in so overwhelming way. Of Dafne he was in love few to few, from his/her first rispostaccia to his/her extreme grim in to do what loved. To the cafe you/he/she had always seen her work with appointment and devotion, as in the breaks, when it made a fast squirt to some abandoned client to a table. Without counting his/her seductive presence, that he/she bewitched without work with a solo movement. Dafne was that correct the woman with which the idea of a serious history didn't make so much disgust anymore. It was aware that its desires were racing too much fast, but you/he/she would not have known how to prevent him/it.
«You are Daylight Barnini, of the DB Art-Studios. His/her agency, as I had already mentioned you, it will occupy him of the publicizing and of the throwing of a new comic strip. I/you/they have been conducted here by us by a common friend. Daylight, they is the boys that work for me.»
Daylight made an express turn of presentations and when it touched to Dafne, they had both the feeling to be already him sights more times. It was Daylight to declare him/it for before.
«But certain, to the courses of the school Dante Communication! You were a first year when I frequented the year of improvement as art-director.»
Dafne made local mind and he remembered. It was amazing as his/her mind it associated that girl to a masculine face, that the materialized later him before two seconds, so much not to do in time to answer to Daylight.
«Hi to everybody! You apologize for the delay, I am Samuel Litrico, job with her in agency.»
You looked around quickly and its interested look stopped him on Dafne.
«You have also recognized her you, Sam? I was her correct saying that I had already seen her to the Dante. The girl with the style an eccentric pochino!» it declared Daylight with a to do that all gained as annoying and out place.
«Sure that remember! Dafne, correct?»
Dafne delayed an instant, because of the unpleasant irony gathered in the intervention of Daylight. At the same time it was caught in the act by the fact that that boy remembered his/her name, considering that for three years you/they had frequented the same institute, but in different progress always. Moris interrupted all the what is suitable, timorous of the fact that Dafne could return bread for pizza bread to the rich client.
«Cabbage, knows here you everybody! Perfect, he/she wants to say that he will work better than the expectation. Dafne is our artistic pearl; it will be precious certainly for this preparation.»
«Yes, I would say that he will work a big good!» he/she affirmed Samuel with a sort of turned wink to Dafne, wittily noticed by Daylight.
The two had been engaged for a long time, you/they had put on together with the times of the school. Then the things had not worked and after a few months of job together, Samuel had left her for reached limit of the patience. Daylight was still instead in love perdutamente. You have to insist a lot because he didn't abandon the job, both to hold nearby him to him, both because alone hut would have closed in little time. You were the owner of the agency, but Samuel had always been his/her operational right arm, that bright and creative, contrarily of her, that had put only us money and title. Daylight represented in the concrete one the conviction of Dafne, according to which the art and the creativeness cannot be taught. You/he/she was gone out of that school as art director, but without Samuel nothing was not worth.
For Daylight, to find a bright and nice collaborator to the cafe as Dafne was not at all a beautiful surprise. Even Samuel had" dared" to remember its distance name of years. It was so that, found an occasion to withdraw himself/herself/themselves with the ex boy, it immediately made him notice the thing.
«Dafne. and how as does its name remember yourself? Did you know her? You have never talked to the time of the school of it!» it thundered with inquiring tone of whom waits for an explanation that won't be well ax.
«What question! As you same you have remembered, we have attended the same school» he responded with indifference.
«What it means? Also I have attended the school, and the face I remembered her/it. But the name no, considering that I didn't even know her/it. Certain days it seemed a stracciona.»
«I didn't know her/it because there has been never way, but I am be liked. It has to be a bright tipa, and its style is perfect. And not for strength in malignant sense as you intend you. You give, you extinguish the cigarette and we reenter. It is really I, like a beautiful place both the spaces and the ambientazione. The event will come well.»
«I will tell you Sam, to me it doesn't not at all convince, it exists of sure of better. I didn't have to listen to my cousin. But by now it misses a week, and the other place has given us hole. We squeeze well these types to do something how much less decent» she responded in complaining tone, detesting Samuel for as you/he/she had changed matter and for the enthusiasm shown towards Dafne.
«Daylight, when you speak so you disgust me» it abruptly replied him, leaving her/it on the threshold with does stunned and a cigarette consumed among the hands.
Dafne had perceived the two on the door, while it was commenting with Moris the antipathy towards that girl.
«Here is throwing him the histories for the sorrisetto that has done me, sure as the gold! They have been being together for the times of the school. I remind me that he was resoundingly to the leash. Poverello! As you/he/she has done to withstand all these years with a tizia of the kind? Does he seem really to the hand, don't you find?»
«And have you noticed him for a some interest that he was to the leash?» he/she asked Moris with a smile.
«Moristani, if I/you had wanted that boy, trusted that would be taken him/it to me. To that times I was successful my, do you know? Sinned that in the first two years I spent too much time to draw and the last year to ruin me the life!» it said her with a final grimace.
«Well expensive Daffy. Now resetta the antipathy for Daylight and he/she only remembers that she is a client, that that is his/her boy and that we will be all happily ever after ones if you will avoid to be too much expansive with him.»
Smiled Dafne and a kiss sent him, but before getting further it turned the head and the last happy-go-lucky comment whispered him.
«And is it alone not to vex her that I don't have to give confidence to Samuel, true Moristani?»
As answered a napkin it arrived to her formed into a ball in face.
Samuel Litrico had been born to Lugano from Swiss father and Roman mother. Motives for study had brought him/it to Milan, city from which you/he/she had not wanted to detach himself/herself/themselves anymore, first for Daylight, then for the beautiful life that an Italian metropolis guaranteed in comparison to the huge sadness of many places in which oltreconfine lives. Its copywriter career had influenced a lot also. Milan, city of fashion and publicity, were to little dir a strategic capital. It was a fascinating boy on the meter and eighty; the beautiful build was the result of an adolescence devoted
to the hockey. Chestnut hair was rebellious, few careful as it was to comb them. In past you/they had had between the most varied hair styles and lengths: crest to fifteen, long rasta from the eighteen to the twenty-four, for then to decidedly assume more normal semblances with the advent of the caporal most greater Daylight Barnini. With the clothing you/he/she had not gotten great results; even though a lot of parish priest, the style of Samuel remembered a lot the rough casual of the nineties, of which a some Kurt Cobain had made avant-garde. That afternoon wore a pant wide of dark fabric and a beige cardigan, that it allowed to glimpse a lines blue pole and redheads. The decisive touch certainly, above all to the eyes of Dafne, it was the showy blue foulard that the neck wound him.
They made a fast snack for then to begin to listen to the ideas of Daylight on as to proceed for the organization of the event.
«Sam and I will deal there with the artistic part and espositiva, while his/her employees and she you will deal you with the tied up part to the catering and the service; I want that I/you/he/she am impeccable. I would also like the details on where you will furnish you for the food and thing to make to wear Saturday evening to the waiters. He/she knows as it is, people that count will arrive, both of the book industry and of other sectors. Does it understand what I intend, Mr. Moristani?» he/she explained Daylight with to make volutamente and forcedly authoritarian.
Dafne intervened without delay.
«You excuse if I intervene me, being only a maid, but I believe that perhaps the part of the catering and the service you/they should not work in too isolated way in comparison to the theme and to the preparation of the evening. Do I allow me to say him/it because I believe that the good result of an event departs above all from the good union of the team, you understand what I intend?»
«No, it is not clear» it beat vexed Daylight.
«Be', with an example it is better perhaps. If the comic strip spoke of the world western, it would be nice that the location and the food were to theme. In short, on a theme western, would personally avoid to propose of the sushi or of the food of nouvelle cousine.»
An instant of spine-chilling silence spread impetuous for the whole room. Dimitri and Dani were cast had a good time glances, hardly holding back the laughters, while Daylight and Moris would have struck by lightning Dafne in a second. Samuel didn't decompose him instead, and after an open smile of approval it damped the embarrassing silence.
«Yes, I believe that Dafne has centered the point. The comic strip is a noir. I believe that I could begin to make to see you something, to decide a preparation to theme. Do you certainly have good experience on the preparation of evenings in your place, and we have the whole intention to collaborate, true Daylight?» churches looking at his ex in reconciler way.
«I had not understood that Dafne had experience in the world of the organization of events, however we will do as you say you Sam» it thundered Daylight with the usual admiration, to lines humiliating, towards his ex. A hour later Daylight took out his series and returned in agency for an errand.
«I put at the most there an oretta Sam. You begin to study you the possible disposition, both of the tables and of the images. It is eye not to give too held up to the waiters» it pricked Daylight trying of bacchettare Samuel.
«That is not only a maid, if you are reporting yourself to Dafne. Of art and preparations I believe knows a lot more than what allows to intend his/her employment to the cafe» it cooled her/it him in an instant.
«Yes, but the frequented possession the Dante doesn't do of her a graphics, an artist or other. Otherwise after all these years he/she would not work in a cafe. I wonder me as has passed the examinations» it replied Daylight with the sour tone of whom was felt disqualified in front of everybody, and above all in front of the beloved man.
«Hi Daylight, see you later!» concluded him not to enter tiresome and sterile polemics.
Shortly after Dafne reached Samuel, that was about to light up a cigarette behind the principal door while the auto of Daylight still maneuvered in the avenue.
«You come in the back to smoke, I make you company. Today we are closed and it is better to hold closed the principal entry.»
«Certain, excuse me» he responded with extreme education.
«But of thing? You give we go» it reassured him/it her.
Once lit up the cigarettes the two they smiled him, already knowing that the first matter of conversation would have been the great head of the agency.
«I believe to have bothered your girl before, with my suggestion on the job of team. I didn't want to put in discussion yours or his/her competences. I don't often succeed to silent star!»
«And because you would have owed? You have done well. Daylight loves to often underline that she is the head, and in to do it more often sins still it of conceitedness. It is a discreet graphics, but it doesn't have the humility to accept his/her limits. And however. it is not my girl, dark not.»
«Oh excuse me. I have taken him for granted. I remembered you as couple, and to see together you. today The have brought well also to house the my usual figuraccia!» it replied Dafne, whose blush underlined the embarrassment.
«But no, imagine, not to excuse you. You have not gone very distant there; our history was born when I have known her the first year to the Dante, and in effects you/he/she is ended one year ago only» he/she specified him to reassure her/it.
«How beautiful that proves still to work together. It is not from everybody. Also because, from as you speak of it, I don't believe that I/you/he/she am only a break of reflection.»
«Good observer! For me it is ended stuff. The problem is that she still hopes us. It now hangs from my lips in embarrassing way, while when we were together I didn't do a correct of it. Ended the history I was about to leave the agency, but then I have seen her so desperate that didn't want to rage. Alone you/he/she would never have done her.»
«And do you believe that can be a definitive setup?» churches her incuriosita.
«Absolutely no. I am waiting only that she can go alone on. You/he/she should find someone of valid that can do her from right arm. But it is not easy. Good people prefer to go to well on its way agencies. And we am gearing to work. These of the comic strip, are the first big client that we have. All it takes is in short having a strong last name to go on, and until Daylight it doesn't understand him/it.»
«You will be her near to limit the damages!» concluded Dafne understanding the situation.
«Yes, really this way!» Samuel nodded.
«Are indeed a good ex! It is fortunate» it said Dafne accompanying to those words a kind smile.
To you are her, the boys were about to greet him. Daylight and Moris established the last organizational details.
«Mr. Moristani, has made well it looks like the precise idea on the theme of the evening, on the comic strip that we macaws launching and on how many images must be exposed. Within tomorrow evening I will choose the definitive presses. At the most Wednesday I will make her also know the precise number of guests.»
Daylight noticed the look worried about Moris
«The indicative number is that of which you/he/she had already spoken on the phone. I have only now to prepare the poster and the mails with the references on the location, and to hope that is not cancelled there» concluded Daylight with the last pearl that covertly he/she denigrated the cafe of Moris.
Samuel made a grimace of disapproval and intervened, having gained the thin irony of his ex.
«Be', if gives cancelled we will eat more!»
Then the youth drew near to Dafne.
«I beg me, you study some as to systematize the location. We don't have a lot of time, and unfortunately our client, besides the time, you/he/she has not given us a big budget. But I am sure that something of detail will come to mind. Idea to hang the presses in so linear way as Daylight said it doesn't make me go crazy really at all. Account on you.»
You dismissed squeezi
ng her eye.
A pair of, hours later Moris found Dafne that scribbled something with dreamy air and some childish. Approaching was noticed that on the enormous sheet that had in front of itself, the girl had proposed big part of his/her cafe in a squirt. The perspective was nearly amazing, considered that the only tool to disposition of the girl was the pencil.
«Cabbage, is already to the work! It was some that I didn't see one of it. Is it to that it serves you propose my place on that sheet, considering that before you have that real?» churches him caressing her long loosened hair.
«Be', it serves me to see how the pictures and the presses would be in a place rather than in another. Only imagination is not enough. This way an idea is gotten more real than the ended job.»
Smiled Moris her and it bent him to give her the kiss that was denied for the whole day, when it noticed a letter B drawn in an angle of the sheet. It was certainly one of that scribbles that the hand spontaneously traces, while you/he/she is being assembled on something. For Moris it was a true disturbance to ascertain that it unequivocally concerned a B.
«Be', it is time to go» it thundered him, changing mind on the kiss and getting further himself/herself/itself in abrupt way.
«What you have?»
Dafne didn't do in time to end the question that suffered it noticed what his/her hand you/he/she had produced in that angle of the sheet. It didn't have breath for a pair of seconds, and immediately taken to cancel him/it up to tear the sheet. In a flash it reached Moris in the back.
«I come from you tonight?» he/she asked him with guilty air.
«It is not so that you will resolve certain things Daf. Not being is not sweeping you another, not being is not sweeping you me. This is certain! And do you know qual it is the spine-chilling thing? As have succeeded in taking me for the culo! Without speaking of as know how to take for the culo yourself! Rather waits! Do I have a more interesting question: it bothers you that your Bob has not come to look for you yet? Should you perhaps call him/it and to tell him him. excuse Bob, Khan torment he anchors me burdens? I feel me some ignored!»
«Enough!» it howled Dafne, trying hopelessly to put an end to that river in flood of wickedness.
«I don't know what me has passed for the head! I don't know him/it cazzo! But of sure I don't wait with anxiety that he comes to hurt me! How can you think him/it? The other evening was terrorized! You are a stupid!»
Dafne, after so much time, you/he/she had started over sobbing in the attempt to justify something. He didn't make him pity, and it continued his/her explosion of anger, incredulous of the fact that Dafne still thought about that monster.
«Of the evil no! But you would perhaps like that it returned from you with a good explanation and the his/her thousand" I love you." Otherwise say me as cazzo I have to explain me that your scribble of his/her initial! He/she leaves alone, I am me the coglione!»
Without attending further answer, Moris went out of the place inviting her/it with a gesture to do the same. It quickly disappeared once out, sgommando more times and abandoning Dafne without words, in the dark rent of that path.