"Then you should stay!" She exclaimed, her face illuminated by her happiness. And then she understood how foolish that sounded and gave him an apologetic look. After all, Nadia knew by now that his career was n Charlevoix, a career he loved and needed. But if his words were true then perhaps coming to St Geneviève would be an opportunity for him. She wasn't sure why she suddenly felt like persuading him to stay. When he had confessed his love for the city, she knew she was walking with someone who was in some way similar to her, and that warmed her heart and made her happy. Nadia felt disconnected from her friends and there weren't many she spent time with anyway to begin with. Now that she felt like she was beginning to connect with someone, it pleased.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry. I know you can't. But if you love something and it feels right to you, I say go for it." Nadia explained. "That's why I dance ballet anyway." She gave him a smile as they continued down the street. From the corner of her eye she could tell that David liked the place and the atmosphere it had, and she couldn't help but to feel proud. After all, the small smoking balcony of her apartment was somewhere above their heads, on the very same street, but she decided not to add that little detail.<br/><br/>Thinking back to David's words about his job and how he dealt with jealousy, Nadia wondered what it was like, to be a different person every day, living a different life and talking to different people and then coming back home to your own life with your own significant other. What if the fake life was more interesting? What if one day she decided to stay inside the story? A weird thought and obviously unrealistic. "Your friend, how could he ever go back to his own life if he fell in love each time in some other universe?" Nadia asked, curiously. "Moreover, doesn't it break his heart to know the people he has fallen in love with are not real? I mean, yeah, the actresses are real but the role they are playing is not."<br/><br/>Eventually they arrived to a small, cosy restaurant with old furniture and a fairly loud clientele. It was filled to the brim. Nadia was worried they wouldn't get a table after all but led him inside as well and was greeted loudly by the father of the family, a large, kindhearted man. "Nadia!" He exclaimed with his Eastern European accent. "My goodness, you look so scrawny! Have you eaten today? Don't worry, I will prepare something special for you and..." His eyes moved over to David. Nadia could tell a misunderstanding was about to happen so she hurried on to speak: "David. A friend. From work." She flashed the man a smile. "Is there a table left?"<br/><br/>"For you, always. Nice to meet you David! Come, come both of you. This way."<br/><br/>They were led to a table of two in the corner, where it was a bit more quiet. She took off her trench coat, placed down her bag and sat down, realizing David had asked her something before they had walked into the restaurant. About dating. Nadia sighed and grabbed the menu. "Yeah, you're right. I generally don't have time for relationships. And, please don't laugh..." She looked up to him. "I've never been in one. I guess I could have been, though. Some really nice guys got tired of dropping hints so they eventually asked me out. But I turn people like them down because I don't want to disappoint anyone." Nadia chuckled. "Especially not myself. I'm a bit of a perfectionist."<br/><br/>After glancing over the menu, she turned to the man who was placing her coat on a hanger. "I'll have some vegetarian lasagna. Please, spare me from the olive oil and salt though, Madame Flores will whip me if I gain any weight." Nadia flashed an apologetic smile to the man who nodded, although he looked a bit skeptical, as if he was a cop interrogating a criminal.