1994

Julian and you were at Le Rosey boarding school in Switzerland. Your stories were somewhat different but almost identical. You were the daughter/son of a Spanish cosmetics businessman, who put you there for "A good education." For Julian it was the opposite, his father John had put him there for his bad behavior and well... what better than to have your son causing problems away from you right? You became friends, maybe what brought you together was that you spoke English. You not so much but you still tried, maybe to fit in and not be in the same place where you have no idea if they are insulting you or asking you for the time. Julian and you became good friends, halfway, there could be something more but you still didn't formalize anything

—"I can see me in your eyes...."— Julian said with his head resting on your desk in your high school room.

He had sneaked out to spend time with you in your room since he had gotten into trouble again and couldn't see you all day. Now it was night and you were both there. Alone. Only lit by a somewhat broken lamp and he looked into your eyes with a somewhat sleepy smile but still with a sparkle in his eyes