The Paris Dream Date
Nicolas stared blankly at his glass of Emmolo Merlot while holding firmly to it. This glass of wine--fruity, a bit sour, a bit dry, a bit sweet, a bit acidic, and a bit fresh—exactly like the hope that he was holding firmly to. The hope that his trip to Tunisia trip tomorrow would give him some meanings or at least spice up his monotonous life of a good-looking doctor. He had been moving around Europe, worked at numerous hospitals, yet besides the changes of setting, these years shared the same pattern—becoming a successful doctor, having copious affairs, making friends with some cool guys, and achieving some proud medal in boxing.