One saturday night. I am whith somfriends at the bordwalk. Sam; always with his guitar and Mahefa wih his drum. We sing and laught together; the ambience is so nice. Very often, there is a lots of people in the place. Some boys who pass look at me like a flower because I’m the only girl in the group.
Far away, I see a man, he is so handsome. we know aech other from this morning. God he is alone !!! what to do ?
I moove sideways from the group; slowly like a cat. He approches, more and more I smel his cologne. Just his sent make me lihgt headed. I dream … Now I can see his face and…
Suddenly, a delicious smelt wafts to me. He is jalous, he wants to fihght his rival. Of cours I know it too; it’s my favorite thing. I can’t resist, I look arround me. It makes my stomach growls, I have to touch or to eat it righ know.
_ Please a kabab, a kabab !!!!!!!!I beg
Surprised a handsome man said :
_ Yes O.K !!!
I smel to him then we left. My friends laught behind my back; and said « Now you have your favorite kinds of meats: brochets and man. »
And then Sam yells: « and both of them are long !!!!».
