Mo(short for Maurice). I was at a houseparty as usual at Leo’s place, my best friend. He told me he was arranging some party with the group of Erasmus students. We all knew each other from a couple of months now. Since September (now March) we grew fond of each other, I personally had a soft spot for one in particular. My now best friend, my girl, my other… half platonically i guess (something Leo doesn’t have the wittiness to understand). I was used to being popular with my friend but being popular with her was even better. She was fun as a guy, and a whole fricking hurricane, foreign charm for sure played its role. But I couldn’t ask a better friend than her. Only problem? She had a boyfriend. Her boyfriend. Who I knew couldn’t stand me. But that didn’t stop me to go to her social psychology lessons and laugh at the dumb new haircut of Madame Benoin. I was out smoking with Maïwenn, a Canadian student moving here in Paris for 6 months when suddenly… her scent preceded her as always. In the mist wine snd smoke scented room, she found a space to be, she always did.