Yvette?
I can't believe it!
Bullshit. You knew I'd be here.
What? How could I possibly know that?
Oh come on. We're past lying, aren't we?
You've been watching my Instagram stories.
You can see when I see those?
Well, yes, I can.
Fine. I was curious about you after all these years.
I've been curious about you too.
Now I have a confession. I've been following your career-
you started your own company!
We always talked about you doing that someday.
I'm proud of you.
Thank you, I appreciate it.
It's been how many years since we saw each other? Not centuries!
And yet you look exactly the same.
Look at you! You're beautiful!
What do you say? A game for old time's sake?
Let's do it. I'd love that!
- Do you want something to drink? - A glass of white wine.
A glass of white wine.
God we had so much energy back then.
Backgammon until 10, drinks at Le Baron,
then off dancing at Les Bains until, what, 6am?
Yeah, or The Queen, and then a plate of crispy fries.
With a kebab.
With a kebab, on the banks of the Seine
to watch the sun come up.
Remember that one night-
there was the guy who looked like an ugly Tom Cruise.
He was so into you.
And he said "Sylvie, if you don't kiss me, I'll die!"
Yes! I said...
"Do you promise?"
I've missed you.
Backgammon was never as fun after you left.
I find that hard to believe.
What do you mean?
You're the one who kicked me out.
- That's not what happened. - You said I cheated.
So...
...maybe because you fucked Guillaume three months before our wedding.
Did I? I forgot about that.
How is Guillaume?
Good.
We're still married.
He looks good...
I...
I don't know if I told you at the time, but...
We all do stupid things in our 20s.
- Come on, let's start a new game. - Yes, it's my roll.
No, it's my roll.
No, it's me. You just played.
- Don't start again. You just played. - What do you mean, don't start?
Don't tell me I cheat, I don't cheat!
Shut up! Damn it!
Hello, it's Sylvie Grateau.
I think I have a better idea...