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"Wow, this is a storm out there," said Lucy, trembling the cute bartender. She shook the snow from the hair and took off her jacket, under which a thin, purple and wore particularly awfully expensive cocktail dress.
"snow storm?" Asked the bartender interested as he twirled a cocktail shaker in the air.
"Blizzard," Lucy said with a grin and sat down on the elegant bar stools. She beat her long legs. "Martini," she said to the questioning gaze of the man. "Shaken, not stirred," she added with a grin. The man shook
laughing his head. "Very James Bond-esque", he said approvingly. "You English do not really disappointed."
"Somehow I must confirm your prejudices," Lucy said with a twinkle. She leaned forward and tried to read his name tag, but in vain. Therefore, they put on her brightest smile. "I'm Lucy," she said. "I have the feeling that we will spend some time together, so we should probably be using you."
The man looked at her with a smile, while a liquid into a tall glass poured. "I have absolutely nothing against Lucy. I'm Pierre. "
" Glad. "Lucy leaned back and examined the gutaussehnden Swiss approval.
Pierre pushed the glass of a waitress and then leaned to Lucy. "So, Lucy, are you here alone?" She nodded. "And what makes a woman like you gutaussehnde alone in the Swiss Alps?"
"My grandparents have given me the trip, after I mentioned that I like to ski right back would. "They had mentioned only in passing at a family dinner. You would never have thought that parents would give her mother her actually something expensive. But the two had told her that they had so little idea of their life that they freuetn to be able to give her something of which they knew it would please her. Lucy had got a guilty conscience, because they both so rarely visited, and so could share some of their lives. But it was now time primarily a witch and her grandparents were Muggles. She felt in the wizarding world more comfortable, although trip were not wrong in the Muggle world. Just like now.
"You can ski?" Asked Pierre interested and tilted his head. He set out to mix your martini and pushed it to her a moment later.
Lucy nodded. "What, you dare not to me about?" She stroked her short dark hair behind her ear and looked at him indignantly. "I'm an excellent skier. If you do not believe me, then you can come like tomorrow. "
you looked at him defiantly. To their surprise, he nodded. "Very you. I have long been not with an excellent skier on the road. "Lucy laughed. Fortunately, they had not exaggerated. She was so good.
"Do you work here all year?" She asked, interested. She could not imagine that something like this made the whole year of fun, but she was happy to convince you otherwise.
Pierre shook his head. "No, just over Christmas. When are all the wealthy guests here. As you can dust off fantastic tips. "He confided in her and grabbed two new bottles, which are liquids at the same time he tipped in a cocktail shaker.
"And what do you do?"
"I am studying medicine in Geneva."
"Really?" Lucy looked at him in astonishment. That they had not expected. She tried to imagine him in one of those white coat, carrying the entire television doctors are. It did not work completely. Instead, her image came to mind how he would look like without this coat.
"What dare you not to me about?" He repeated, with raised eyebrows their words. "If you do not believe me, you can feel free to leave once examined by me."
Lucy looked at him, laughing. "I'll think about it. Who knows, maybe tomorrow I break my skiing a bit. "
He looked surprised. "As a so-excellent skier as you?"
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