Winnie kept rolling over in her sheets, she couldn't sleep; haunted by the voice of this masked man. Was it just a resemblance? He was a Benjie fan; would he have learned to speak like him, are we able to adopt a different tone than ours?
If so, how would Winnie, who had learned to classify people according to their voices, find herself in this big world now that she could hear everything and could be fooled that way?
"This is all his fault," she growled under the sheets, if he hadn't spoken to me ... I would never have been so upset.
Her voice was so beautiful, so perfect. How had he done it?
In Winnie, the assumption that it could very well have been Benjie in person was already ruled out, he couldn't get down to talking about someone like her a girl like. Impossible.
She was sure he was a perfect imitator, but at the same time, thinking back to the features of his even masked face; there was quite a terrible resemblance.
- Ah! I hate you Benjie! ... Finally unknown!
By dint of getting angry with herself, Winnie finally falls asleep.
...
The next day, Winnie was picked up by her ringing cell phone. The young woman still disheveled from sleep answered without further thought.
- Hello?
- Hello Winwin, awake?
- You woke me up.
- Oh, so thank me.
- Thank you ... Uh ... Watch a second!
🎵Don't know really what I'm looking for
And don't mind dancing here all on my own
But then I see you standing on the wall
Now all I want to is to get you all alone🎵
The young woman stood up quickly and scanned the screen and then the shell of the laptop she was holding before exclaiming:
- But that's not my phone! She put the cell phone back to her ear, why do you have my cell phone?
- Because I took it yesterday in your pants pocket, by the way they are very soft to the touch ...
- The pervert farm! First you'll give me back my phone and then we'll go and explain ourselves to the police station, you patient! My father is a lawyer, he will know how to make you regret your clumsiness!
- I remind you that you also have my phone, and believe me ... If we go to the police, you will have more to explain to you than me. But ... Since I'm understanding and don't blame you for stealing my cell phone, I ...
- Steal! It was you who exchanged them on purpose!
- Winwin, do you want to speak less loudly? You cloud my thoughts like yelling, the young man asked him calmly, Well ... I was saying, since I don't hold a grudge against you, I offer you an amicable settlement.
- Don't call me like, that annoys me.
- So much for me, Winwin.
- Do you know, asked the puzzled young woman, you are frustrating?
- Oh yes, I know! and I also how crazy that drives you, don't you Winwin?
Without really understanding why, Winnie felt her back to the wall in front of him, the stranger from last night. It was he who had taken her cell phone yet the young woman did not feel safe from problems. Faced with this obvious defeat, Winnie declined:
- What kind of settlement?
- Hmm ... well, I haven't had lunch yet. You could meet me at XX, to accompany me I don't like to eat alone.
- No way! I don't know the city, and even if I did, I would never agree to sit in front of being abject like you! ...
- I'm starting to think that you pose very well in a bathing suit, interrupted he, I'm sure some established internet users will think the same as me.
Winnie's blood only swirled around, she stammered:
- You entered my private gallery ... How did you do it?
- The code is your birthday, easier than talking to you calmly.
- How do you know my date of birth, you're real pervert! Since when you've been spying on me, how do you know my name is winwin? You will answer!
- Yes ..., replied the man calmly, I will answer but one question at a time my dear. Your nerves are too sharp and your eardrum hurts, so lower your tone?
He huffed then continued at last:
- Well, already, do not kid yourself. I knew your date of birth on your Facebook page, which is always open on your cell phone, then, for Winwin ... You'll understand if you come to the meeting in twenty minutes now.
"I have to take a plane, it's impossible," said Winnie, more brazen than ever.
But her interlocutor seemed to be better at the game than she, so he gave her:
- Don't worry about that my angel, I can have you take a first class whenever you want.
- You ..., growled Winnie now angry, what if I refuse?
- Hmm ... What do you refuse?
- To become ! I can buy myself a new cell phone or keep yours anyway.
- If you decide to keep mine you won't do anything with it, it needs my imprint to unlock. But you can always buy a new phone ... Even if it will only be of use to you when you called your father because all your beautiful photos will be on every platform possible and imaginable ...
- Alright Alright ! I come ! But I warn you, this won't be my last! ... If you think you will get away with this you ... Hello? Hello!
🎵Don't wanna start any carnage
Isn't it time to be modest?
But what if this shit is love?🎵
He had already ticked.
- Did he hang up on that rude one on top of that? Go to hell !
Winnie raised her hand to smash the laptop against the floor but restrained herself as she thought about the threat against her.
- You will burn in hell demon ...
The young woman got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She took several minutes inside to come out under a little green flared dress and topped with a bun sublimated with the big tuft of her frizzy hair. She brushed a thin layer of make-up over her small, matte face and almost ran out to prevent Tonny from seeing her. Unfortunately for her, the young man was already installed in the kitchen, in front of her room, and was having breakfast.
She froze when she saw him, almost as if she had seen a ghost.
- Where are you going, he asked her?
- Uh ... Me? Nowhere do I ... I walk around.
- Are you going for a walk? In an out dress?
Winnie was deadlocked, you could tell lying wasn't his strong suit. When she had to be reduced to lying, the young woman preferred to run away and started talking nonstop, which she did:
- I have an urgent problem to fix a guy took my phone and he threatened to post my pictures on the internet; don't worry about our flight he will find us another one in a while I love you bye!
Then she ran off, barely giving Elton time to react. The young man tried to follow her to the hallway of the hotel, but she was no longer there, she had vanished.
- This girl is ... not possible.
🎵Can I, can I get your number tonight, oh huh
If I don't then I might regret it for the re-
The rest of my life
See I, see I got you feeling my vibe, oh huh
Gotta hurry and make a move
There's no time to be wasting time🎵
///
In the street, Winnie asked everyone for directions. Finally, she got a message from her number, it was a GPS position.
- You asshole.
Winnie asks a taxi driver for help, who happily helped.
- It's not often that I drive to this part of town, the driver told her, you know?
- Ah yes ? Why then sir?
- Well those who go there drive themselves there or by their drivers, if you know what I mean.
- Yes quite.
Winnie's assumptions did hold true, he was one of those youngsters in the get-set that if Believed Everything Permits. But she wasn't going to let me go because this idiot had already caused her too much trouble when she didn't even know him. Plus, it hurt her self-esteem of Benjie, due to their disturbing likeness. Benjie would never have behaved like this with a young lady.
The driver parked in front of a gigantic hotel with a sparkling facade; this hotel was at least twice the size of Winnie and Elton's lodgings, the lush interior confirmed it even more. Winnie was literally blown away by what she saw, it looked like a Greek city.
- My God ... it's beautiful ...
As she gently walked into the hall so as not to miss any of her splendor, Winnie was called out by a man. The one said to her:
- Miss Winnie Minogue, come, you are expected.
Winnie was surprised by such a welcome, she barely answered and followed the waiter without flinching, she was so impressed. He led her to a terrace where a dozen tables were occupied. All of them ate dishes that Winnie thought seemed expensive. In this atmosphere, the young woman did not feel completely out of place, especially with this outfit of such great simplicity, she was angry with herself for having infringed on her means. Eyes turned back on her, making her all the more uncomfortable.
Surprisingly, the waiter led her to the end of the terrace. He opened a curtain that opened onto a long driveway that led to another terrace, where this time there was only one table. The young woman hesitated even more, why was he so isolated from the others? The place before this already looked fancy, so how much did this one cost? Who was it to afford such luxury?
With a thousand questions in mind, Winnie stepped forward fearfully. While she still thought she had the waiter by her side, the waiter slipped away without warning leaving the young woman alone with his fate.
- You took a long time.
At her voice, yet calm, Winnie flinched, but she recovered quickly when she noticed that the water on both sides of the aisle was not an illusion; there was water and even poisons and water lilies.
- I uh ... I got lost several times, I told you that I did not know the city.
Winnie had only seen the back of her neck, his back was still behind her.
- In that case I will show you around later, with pleasure ...
- No, I came to take my phone and the ticket you promised!
Winnie rushed over to finally see the face of this "breakout" who had ruined his entire trip in one meeting. She walked around him to face him and finally got a clear view of his face.
🎵 What you say
When we're face to face?
I wanna see
What the conversation do
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Let's run away
No time to waste another day
'Cause I wanna be with you🎵
Seeing him finally, Winnie's eyes couldn't help but pop out of their sockets as she herself froze like a pole and could only say:
- Shit...
The young brunette in front of her smiled at her and said:
- Yes as you say.
How? ... Is that him? ... A perfect line? Anyway, if he's an obsessed fan, he pushes a little hard... And ... If it was Benjie ?!
🎵Can I, can I get your number?🎵
I_get_your_number_by_Anne-Marie