Delilah and Tom - Present

- This guy wants to destroy me. Since when do I drink water in a bar? - Thomas grabs the glass and takes a small sip. - And it really is water ... It could be vodka or something, but no, Dede, it's water.

Delilah laughs at the offended look of her friend who looks incredulously at the glass, at her and at Joseph who is being paid by another customer.

- How does he destroy you, Tom? He grabs your collar and kisses you? Or he leans you against a wall and kisses you? If you notice my words, kissing is the keyword.

- Why do you insist on this subject? A handsome man to die for and is such a nice guy to all people... I have no chance. Anyway, my heart is still chained with padlocks.

- Padlocks? Plural? How can you be so sharp and so blind at the same time? When you came in, Joe got two stars instead of his eyes. You are stunning and today you seem… - She looks at her friend from top to bottom - delicious.

- At least, my mirror didn't fool me. I hope there is someone in the mood to eat me. And don't say “Joe wants to” ... - He puts his index finger on Delilah's lips at the moment she was going to speak and she immediately lowers her shoulders with his final sentence. His laughter is interrupted when Joseph brings a beer. They both stare at each other for a brief moment that Thomas ends by looking at the beer.

- I see that…

- It's an offer from that client over there. - interrupts Joe and points with his thumb over the shoulder to a man at the other end of the counter who raises a glass of whiskey. - He wants to know if you like to talk. You won't regret it, this one is a baritone.

- Thank you. I haven't been offered a drink for a few hours.

Thomas kisses his friend on the forehead and before grabbing the glass to meet the stranger, he leans over at the bar and looks fixedly at Joseph with his deep blue eyes.

- Take care of her. Her drinks are on me tonight and don't let her leave with any weird stranger. I trust you. - Finally, with his finger on Delilah's T-shirt, he says with some friendly disdain. - And now you, my sweet stubborn punk rock n’ roller, this is not the dress code we agreed on for today.

Delilah and Joseph watch him walk away knowing that they probably would no longer speak to him for the rest of the night.

She realizes that the bartender clenches his jaws at the moment Thomas approaches the other man and whispers in his ear with a smile.

- Damn, he is gorgeous, don't you think, Joe? - By being caught, he blushes and leans over the counter. It is the first time Delilah sees his medallion. She always questioned herself about what would hang at the end of the long black braided cord. Such an extraordinary artefact. She refrained from grabbing the object to see it better.

- My eyes are up here, girl. And you don't know nor didn’t see anything, okay? Do you want another beer?

- Nah ... I think I'm heading home. It was a long day. Are you sure you don't want Tomcat to know that you're sighing for him?

- First, I didn't sigh. Second, he is not ready yet. Third, I have a perfect friend for you.

- I'm not available…

- Me neither, Sleepy head…

- Okay, got the message, Sir...