Replica Montblanc Watch

March 2, 2010

Mariana, bade farewell to Kraft as they closed the Chronographie. She was excited because she has an evening date with Johannes, the watch replica delivery man, at the exclusive Ristorante de Santis on Boulevard Avenue.

“Boulevard Avenue. Quite a strange name for a street.” Mariana mumbled to herself as she crossed it.

At the other side of the roadway was the Ristorante de Santis, famed for its fine seafood and exorbitant prices. Johannes, was outside the restaurant waiting for Mariana. He smiled as she reached him.

“Hello.” smiled Mariana.

“Hi, let’s go inside, it’s freezing here.”

Johannes was smartly dressed with a black Armani which made Mariana ponder at the thought whether his suit was also a replica like the watches he sold.

They sat down by the window with the view of the tall Excalibur building.

“I like it.” Mariana smiled to Johannes.

“The restaurant?” queried a grinning Johannes.

“I like the watch.” Mariana gestured at his wrist.

“Oh, this. It’s a Montblank replica watch.” he whispered sheepishly.

Mariana giggled at the slightly embarrassed watch replica salesman. “I wouldn’t have known if you haven’t told me.”

“Well, it’s a tribute to the original. It’s a Montblanc Star 4810. I chose it for its paradoxical nature. You know. The more complex our time becomes, the easier it should be for us to tell the time.” he grinned.

“Good one, you sounded like a brochure.” Mariana laughed.

“And you know what makes the Montblanc special? It’s the Star. Looking at you sort of reminds me of the Montblanc star. You brighten up this drab and cold place.”

“Your linguini is getting cold.” Mariana pointed out to change the topic. Johannes twirled his fork on his plate and chomped a few mouthfuls. “It’s still hot.” he said as he wiped his mouth with a table napkin.

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