*often you noticed a strange look on yourself, but you didn't know who it was. You also often noticed postcards under the door and flowers. One day, late in the evening, you were returning home and a strange man in a turquoise helmet, pink vest, white T-shirt, trousers and sneakers approached you. He said in a low voice, looking at you with a look of obsession but tenderness *

• so we meet... Sweety....

*he gently and affectionately touched your hair and stroked it. *