Marianne's party was almost boring at that time.

XY: Hi.
XX: Hi.
XX: You with Amanda?
XY: No. I mean -- yes. I came with her. I mean -- we work together and she invited me. To her birthday.
XX: Yes, me too.
XY: You a friend of her?
XX: Yeah. We... went to school together. I'm the former-classmate-cool-to-still-hangout-with kind of person. I guess you are the workmate-kind-of-person-to-be-invited-to-the-party. D'you have a lighter?
XY: Yea. Here.
XX: Hum. Thanks.
XY: So, what do you do?
XX: I'm a prostitute.
XY: ---!?
XX: I'm kidding. Look at your face. It's just this cigarrete. I can't think of any profession more charming than this one, with this cigarrete.
XY: A nun, maybe?
XX: You think?
XY: With the cigarrete, maybe, yeah.
XX: Nun's a profession a bit unpopular nowadays.
XY: Yes. Gotta have what it takes.
XX: That goes for prostitutes, too.
XY: So you're the kind of person that conceals the profession.
XX: I'm the kind of person that jokes about it. Are you the kind that does not understand jokes?
XY: No, I'm the other kind. Are you telling me your profession?
XX: Are you paying?
XY: ---!...
XX: You should see your face.
XY: You should see *your* face.
XX: I bet I should. Well. I work as a PR.
XY: For whom?
XX: Hum. For a restaurant. You really want to get in details? I'm not the kind of person that listens to one's whole like in a birthday party. What do you do?
XY: Well. I'm a programmer.
XX: Uh. EXCITING.
XY: Yea, it can be exciting.
XY: I had a girlfriend and we together moved a satellite, once.
XX: Hum. Well. Not the programming kind of person, then.
XY: No. Guess is the other kind of programming person.
XX: Is there another kind?
XY: Well, it's a group under development.
XX: You still love her?
XY: Not really. And you? Ex-boyfriend, actual boyfriend, husband?
XX: Not really. My last relationship ended like a year ago. Lasted for two years.
XY: Haven't been with anyone since then? --I mean. No?
XX: Not really. I'm not the kind of person that hangs with someone else just for fun. I had my share. I'm the kind of person that really takes on what age offers.

XX: I fell for a colleage for a while, but I got over it. Passion makes a mess out of everything. You lose your cash, you lose your schedules, you might lose your job. You definetely lose your identity.
XY: Hum. Yes. It seems you start a little like someone else, that's true. I also tend to keep things on tracks. Keep it rational.
XX: Do you tend to be rational?
XY: Hum. Emotionally rational.
XX: You do realize that we are doing what I just criticized? Trying to elect each other for a relationship.
XY: Don't people do it all the time.
XX: YES. WHY?
XY: I can only speak for myself.
XX: And your opinion is...?
XY: I want to know someone to go to the supermarket with, to go to the beach, take a cool shower after that and have passionate sex. That too much?
XX: Hum. I want a good job but I don't work all the time.
XY: Gotta keep betting, though.
XX: We're getting a little CHATTY here, aren't we? You want to go to dance?
XY: Why not?

They were serving beluga on that Thursday on the restaurant, but she wasn't late.

XX: Be welcome. I think I've seen you before, haven't I?
XY2: I'm not sure. I've been here before, but I can't recall.
XX: No, no. Not here... Maybe in another restaurant. I think so.
XY2: I'm always at the Brahman. The owner is my brother.
XX: Really? I think it was there. I've been on Marianne's party... the book release?
XY2: Of course. Marianne. Last semester. Terrific book ---I haven't read it yet, though, but don't tell her that.
XX: Hehe. I won't.
XX: Oh. They just warned me, your table is ready.
XY2: You should come to my brother's this Friday. He'll make a guisado. It's truly terrific.
XX: I guess I'll be at work...
XY2: C'mon... I have to introduce you to my brother. You're a spectacular hostess.