Delilah and Tom - Present

- Could you give me the reason for the dark circles under your eyes? Why are they almost overflowing?

Delilah presses her lips together trying not to cry, but tears stubbornly roll down her face, again. She lowers her head and pulls the sleeve of the T-shirt to dry her face.

- Come here... - Thomas surrounds the table and hugs her in the middle of the living room. She puts her hands around his body and cries convulsively while he caresses her wavy brown hair and kisses the top of her head.

- Stay here this weekend, Tom. – The woman asks in a low voice. - Don’t leave me alone, please.

- I can marry you if you want to...

- No... Your charm melts any guy I’m interested in. – Still with a wet face but with a shy smile. - I dismiss having you as a competition whenever we go out.

- Maybe your flirting technique has a flaw. I still think that rolling your eyes every time a man approaches you, is a no-no, Dede. You should learn from me. If you want to, we could simply speak ill of men...

- You ARE a man, Tom Cat. Why would I talk evil about you, my dear? By the way, what happened last night?

- Don't even think about changing the subject... today and tomorrow, the main topic is you.