Florence enjoys going home. It’s an early summer evening, it’s warm and the air is filled with flower aroma. There are happy people everywhere even though it’s Monday. It’s just impossible to stay in a bad mood in such a beautiful weather.
Florence isn’t rushing. She’s walking slowly, enjoying the view. She crosses the river and decides to lay on the freshly cut grass in the park. There are many people doing the same, because it’s allowed to sit in the park.
She puts her leather jacket on the grass and lays on it. The sky is blue without any clouds. She closes her eyes and enjoys the moment. She is on the verge on falling asleep. “Hey, Florence,” it’s a man’s voice that startles her. She jumps up to see who is it. It turns out it’s James, the owner of her place. “Wow, I didn’t mea
