We both managed to leave the office earlier than we usually do in order to avoid arriving too late and upsetting that joyful tribe’s habits.
Our offices are quite close from one another, but we decide to meet at the train station, at the other end of the city. Leaving early is not a problem for me, I was not doing much anyway, but this is a much more complex task for Lorraine. She should manage to be just on time; I got assigned the mission of getting the diner for the train. We meet at the entrance of the quay, walk as fast as possible to our car, and get in at the exact same time a gruff railway employee whistles the departures of the train. That was tight.
While the train starts to move, we search for our seats and once comfortably seated, start to chill. The car is very silent; most of the other passengers have their headphones over the ears, some work, and some start a movie.
Our schedule is quite light, eat, and sleep. Between two sandwiches bites, we tell each other about our day. I explain how empty and boring mine was, how I finished my work around 11am and attended a few pointless meetings. On the other end, Lorraine explains me how she didn’t have time to have lunch, stuck between two conference calls and a keynote to finalize in a hurry for a client.
In the middle of her explanation, she says, sighing, that if it were just up to her, she’d “let everything go and open a beach bar somewhere sunny”. Light-years away from imagining what those few words were about to change in our lives, we escape from our everyday bothers, debating about our dream beach bar at the sun, away from the greyness of Paris at this season. The discussion doesn’t have a hint of seriousness, but is really pleasant and keeps us busy to our destination. As soon as we get off the train, the pleasure of getting back to my brother and his family wipes our futile “Parisian in search of adventures” daydreams.