Useless Desire

At mealtime with my companions, on that secluded side, which is distinguished by the absence of elegance. They murmur among themselves, talking about a certain Gaspard. They seem mischievous and heated when mentioning it. I stay on the sidelines, I'm not familiar with those topics, it makes me uncomfortable.

“Have you seen Lebrun yet?” Camila asks, mischief touches her lips, it gets into her eyes that shine like two stars.

“No, who is that?” I ask, frowning.

"Sylviain's sexy frie