“Beatrice?” he whispered. “Yes,” she said, moving so she could maintain eye contact with him until the last possible second. “I’m Beatrice. You were my first kiss. I fell asleep in your arms in your precious orchard.” Gabriel sprang forward to stop the elevator door from closing. “Beatrice! Wait!” He.”

“Beatrice?” he whispered. “Yes,” she said, moving so she could maintain eye contact with him until the last possible second. “I’m Beatrice. You were my first kiss. I fell asleep in your arms in your precious orchard.” Gabriel sprang forward to stop the elevator door from closing. “Beatrice! Wait!” He.”

— Sylvain Reynard