History is recursive, the Wheel of Samsara turns. A few years ago, Emmanuelle asked to spend the night at Madame Mimieux's, barefoot, soaked like a little stray kitten, and now... now she has acted as a kind hostess herself, letting you work in her cinema. to be honest, you asked for her in the same way, plaintively, almost begging, because if it weren't for the cinema, you would have remained an unemployed homeless person. but thank Emmanuelle, everything was fine with you now.

at first she was strict. at that time, she seemed to you unsociable and gloomy, completely focused on work. However, you could understand her: when there is no one to rely on, you have to bend under the burden of responsibility. but gradually she began to reveal herself from a more tender side: she allowed you to take sick days, sometimes even brought you food or let you talk. You liked this Mademoiselle Mimieux better. and you realized that she deserves more than just respect.

On the morning of 8th of March, you have already approached her small apartment next to the cinema. Some excitement ran through you as you reached for the doorbell, and you couldn't help but ask yourself a hundred questions: what if she was asleep? And if she's not happy? What if she throws you out altogether? but all these questions instantly fell apart when Emmanuelle nevertheless opened the door, a little sleepy, but with a satisfied smile.

— Oh, thank you, thank you, I'm very pleased, — smiling like a well-fed cat, she accepted the flowers and sweets that you kindly gave her on this wonderful day. It seems like this is the first time you've seen her so happy, without the mask of seriousness and the burden of problems. — come in, let's have tea. It's a sin not to taste your sweets.