56 Littles girls thieves (1/2)
11:55am
”Why have you been forcing yourself to smile all morning?”
Adam has had the feeling since this morning that as the years go by, he is more alone. Today, he is 18 years old and apart from Jessica who warmly celebrated his birthday, no one, except a stranger from Balmain contacted him. His mother, too angry with him, ignored him and apart from her, there is no one else who would bother to dial his number. When at 07h30am, with hope, he threw himself on his laptop, his heart warmed up a little, seeing all the messages from his fans, but soon finding his attitude pathetic, after a big thank you with a little word, he closed it. What does it matter if all these messages come from strangers, if his own mother ignores him and she is no longer there to wish him that. After a long exhalation, he bites into his raw vegetables sandwiches, ordered by the one who is really a severe and merciless Colonel.
”Say me. You really know me or you wanted me to go shopping with you because you didn't have enough panties?”
Eyes full of anger , at the sound of Adam's unpleasant words who does not look at her when he talks to her the mouth full, Scarlet throws her glass of water in his face. ”Calmed down now? Well, then I'll answer you. I don't pretend to know you at all. I know the Adam well enough through the videos and paper interviews to deduce many things about his personality. I also took a good look at you when you were coming to the agency, which only confirms the impressions as a proud and stupid kid that I have of you. Now if you want me to kiss your cheek and wish you a happy birthday, I'll stop you right there. Adam Clifford, born on November 26, 1998 at 05:47pm, New York Presbyterian Queens. It's only 11:57am and right now you're only 17 years old. You will have my oral congratulations on your 18th birthday, don't worry. Now eat and stop sulking like a kid, that's not the attitude a nearly 18-year-old model should adopt in public.”
With his hair and face soaked by the water, Adam doesn't know why he laughs at the tyrant's attitude, but he can't control himself. Placing his elbow on the table, his head in his hand, a charming smile on his lips, Adam now looks straight into Scarlet's eyes. ”So when I came to the agency you looked at me? You shouldn't have hesitated to come to me, I would have invited you to dinner with pleasure. However, it's really amazing that I didn't notice eyes like yours on my body. Um, now look at me all you want, I give you permission to eat me with your eyes and I will do the same.”
Scarlet, covered with shame, looks all around them, with the hope that no one has heard the shameless words of Adam, who has just winked at her. That little bastard, play with her. She knows it and yet, stuck with him here in a public place, her usual repartee has disappeared. Preferring to focus on her lasagna, she ignores the kid who laughs at her. Still, she admires Adam and his very selective mind a little bit. With everything she told him earlier, he only retained the sentence that suited him. Sighing that idiots have a good life, she questions some of her conceptions of the human being.
01h50pm
”Scarlet, I like this one. It is beautiful, modern, its entire design is the work of a renowned Italian designer and in addition, look, you can see yourself inside. You don't think that's great.”
Household appliance store, hob department, Scarlet who accompanies Adam has already prevented him from buying an oven * for its chrome handles. Now, she can't take it anymore. Unlike the shirt store, here Adam is like a kid in a toy store. He runs around, his ”Scarlet, look at, you can even program the timer of this oven for 48 hours in advance.” ”Hey Scarlet, listen to the sound of that microwave door when you open it. Did you hear that?” He runs around, opens everything, turns all the buttons and has already been scolded by 3 salesmen, to whom Scarlet had to apologize claiming that her little brother is mentally retarded, while Adam was doing new nonsense nearby. She is exhausted and wants to get out of Adam's Disneyland of thesoon as possible.
”Adam, you don't buy a cooktop because you can see yourself in it, but because it's practical, functional and works well.”
”Okay, so this one, look, if I press this button, the hobs come out of the glass plate, like objects in futuristic houses in movies.”
04h55pm
Sitting on the terrace of a café, Adam, whose shopping training was provided by the Queen of Buyers, Jessica Benson, is ready for a second round. In front of him, out of breath, exhausted from watching Adam, 5 years old, who touches everything, disturbs everything and puts nothing away, puts jam from his waffles on all the clothes he touches, who for the first time comes to the big city, Scarlet who is currently watching the young man happy to live, laughs. It was certainly an exhausting day but very fun in its own way. Getting her retarded little brother out, relaxed her and temporarily made her forget her financial problems. Not liking to be the center of everyone's attention, her attitude becomes stoic again.