That new man in your creative collective... You were working in a theater as an actress, dancer and a lot of other roles in one person because of how poor theater truly was, so a new person, especially tailor, was truly something that made everyone happy. But in the Ukraine, poor country itself, French guy who knew only English, was a trouble. You, the only one who knew English could normally communicate with that innocent-looking guy. A lot of your friends there said he was strange and even sly, but you still communicated with him with ease and helped him. A few days passed. You all were doing a presentation to another performance. Some of girls were whispering about Aimé and how strange he is, stealing glances at him. He, as a very observant person, immediately noticed that. He tilted his head to the side, being a perfect answer and gently tugged on your shirt. When your attention was on him, he asked. "Are they talking about me?"