I want to sleep.

I can’t sleep.

WHY WAS HE WAITING UNDER MY HOUSE?

I went to the Café 3 times to ask him myself, but that just didn’t work at all.

The first time his father said:

“Oh! He is playing football with his friends! Come back in the afternoon!”

So I came back in the afternoon.

Then Sylvie the waitress told me:

“Non Non ma chérie! He is having his Japanese lesson! Come back in an hour!”

So I came back in an hour and he was there.

He didn’t  kick me, he didn’t push me, he did not put anything in my chocolat, in fact he didn’t even look at me.

He was reading a book and I said:

“Uh, Quentin?”

He ignored me.

I said “Quentin” again, and he raised an eyebrow but still ignored me.

I stood in front of him without moving for 20 minutes and he continued reading for 20 minutes.

Then I went back up to my house.

I CAN’T SLEEP.