The melodious sound of a violin echoed in the restaurant. The customers maintained their manners and whispered to each other. The candles burning in the olive-shaped glass tanks made the dimly lit restaurant quite quiet.
She gently cut off a piece of tender veal, then put it into her mouth with a fork and chewed slowly. Her rosy lips moved up and down with the rhythm, which was very tempting in the slightly dark restaurant.
Soon, a hint of surprise flashed in her brown eyes. "What a surprise. This veal is so good. I can actually taste the authentic flavor of my hometown here."
"The ingredients for Fletcher's Italian dishes are all flown in from Italy every day, so they have to be booked in advance. Although the ingredients will still lose some of their freshness, you won't be able to tell the difference under the chef's careful cooking. "Adriaan smiled and raised his spoon to drink a mouthful of fresh soup.
"Indeed. I can't help but think of my university days in Perugia after tasting such delicious food." Monica closed her eyes and slightly raised her head. Then, she swallowed the food, her white neck moving up and down.
"Sorry, I was a little excited." She quickly recovered and said with a smile.
"It's okay. I can understand. I'm like this when I stay in a strange environment for a long time." Adriaan raised his glass. "Why don't you tell me about your hometown? I remember it was written in the file that it was a small Italian town called Castello. I believe it must be very beautiful. Otherwise, how could such a beautiful woman like you appear?"
"You really know how to talk." Monica covered her mouth and chuckled. Her eyes curved. She seemed to enjoy it very much.
After all, a woman was still a woman. Adriaan tasted the red wine and looked at Monica with a hint of interest. Although he wasn't sure if she was acting about her hometown, the happiness she felt because of his praise should be real.
Of course, Monica was worthy of such praise. Not to mention anything else, she had purposely worn a purple one-shoulder gown tonight. Although her smooth shoulders and delicate collarbones were exposed, her soft breasts were tightly wrapped up, which made people have the desire to explore them. No wonder she was an outstanding model. She knew how to show off her charm.
"Tell me about it. Apart from Venice, I haven't been to any city in Italy," Adriaan continued.
"Alright, alright. But let me think about where to start first …" Monica tilted her head and recalled carefully. Then, she began to speak unhurriedly as she ate her food.
The dinner ended in such a good atmosphere. After coming out of the restaurant, the two took a stroll on the slightly quiet street while enjoying the night view. The temperature at the end of January in Los Angeles was still relatively cold at night, so Adriaan put a coat on Monica like a gentleman before they went out.
"Los Angeles is a beautiful city, especially at night. When you look down from a high place, the lights are flashing, and it's easy to be mesmerized." The two of them strolled slowly on the street side by side. There wasn't much physical intimacy.
"That's true. There aren't many tall buildings. When you look down from a high place, it feels especially vast — by the way, why isn't Los Angeles like other cities without so many tall buildings?" Monica asked curiously.
"Because Los Angeles is located in the Pacific Rim of the Pacific Earthquake Zone. It's an earthquake-prone area, so it doesn't have as many tall buildings as other cities." Adriaan shrugged.
At this time, the two of them came to the parking lot on the street. He opened the door for Monica in a gentlemanly manner. "I'll take you back."
"Thank you." Monica glanced at him and sat in the passenger seat.
Along the way, the car soon arrived at Monica's home in Westwood. After it stopped, Adriaan got out of the car first and went around to open the door for her.
"Thank you, Eide. You're such a gentleman." Monica smiled and walked out.
"It's my duty to serve a lady," Adriaan said as he walked her all the way to the door.
"A pleasant night." Monica looked at Adriaan as he fiddled with the keys in his hand. "It's a pleasure to be with you."
"Me too. Then, good night." Adriaan said as he turned to leave.
"Aren't you going to come in?" Monica stopped him with a faint smile on her lips. "I don't have many friends in Los Angeles. I spend most of my time alone."
Adriaan looked at her deeply and reached out to brush her long hair behind her head. His fingertips inadvertently slid across her beautiful face.
"You're very attractive, Monica." He smiled and said softly, then shook his head. "Forget it. Rest early and have good dreams."
Monica stared blankly at Adriaan, who was walking to the car. She didn't understand what was going on at all. Wasn't he …
After a few steps, Adriaan suddenly turned back. "By the way, please come to the company on Monday next week. Don't be late."
"Um … Okay." Monica replied somewhat mechanically. She didn't know how to react to Adriaan's actions. It was too sudden. They had a tacit understanding. How did it become like this?
Adriaan waved at her after getting into the car, then started the engine and left. Monica watched the car disappear before opening the door and entering the house. She poured herself a glass of water and sat down on the sofa. She hadn't reacted yet. However, a few minutes later, she shrugged and put tonight's matter behind her. Whatever, at least it seemed that she had gotten the role.
However, it was undeniable that Adriaan had left a deep impression on her tonight.
On February 2nd, Adriaan's new movie, "Pulp Fiction", began shooting in a motel in the suburbs of Los Angeles. For the news media, there were countless movies in Hollywood every day. A new director's new movie didn't need too much attention, although his three works were not bad. However, the reaction of the senior executives of various film companies was quite consistent. That was, this workaholic was at it again!
The reason why he had this title was related to Adriaan's filming schedule. Not to mention the first two movies, "The Shawshank Redemption" had just been produced, and he had started preparing "Scenting Women". The third movie was still in the midst of promotion, and he had gone to work on the fourth movie. Now that the fourth movie had just been completed, he immediately started preparing for the fifth movie!
If you counted the scripts (although they were no longer written by him), the establishment of a new media company with his friends (this was not a secret, it would be known after a little investigation), and the investment in movies everywhere, this guy was simply not idle for a moment. Where did he get so much energy and enthusiasm?
"I don't know, we can't see through him. We only know that his vision is very sharp. So far, he hasn't failed, so it's necessary to strengthen our relationship." Berlant of Universal answered the question of General Manager Elijah. This was also the common thought of most of the senior executives of the film companies.
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