ALL BECAUSE SHE NEEDED TO CALL HER MOTHER

 
Maya Humo Filmmaker Unusual Project

"- What the f*** fox?

- Nothing!

- Such a weird night, right?

- Well... This was just a watermelon random foggy night... And it just happened we were there.

- Afterall, two cigarettes for a call is not bad!

- And there were Gauloises. Not just cigarettes! The classic ones. Jut to fit her perfect nonchalant style.

- Definitely. Should we tell her again how much we both visually falled in love with her?

- Maybe. Maybe she already knows.

- Or maybe we might just sound like stalkers if we do so.

- Well, we are kind of stalkers in this case. Visual stalkers, but still stalkers.

- I should go there and film her.

- Go where?

- To last night.

- By train?

- However. Today is Friday the 13th. Anything random could happen again."