The Storyteller Of Casablanca Novels & Stories

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

Cole and I looked at each other and there was about a three-second silence before we both broke down laughing. "Oh Elle, I can't believe her," I snorted. "At least she's honest, you gotta give her that," "So, what are we watching?" I said as I sat next to him on the sofa. Cole's arms immediately opened and I leaned onto his chest. "Ta-da, your favorite movie of all time!" He said, pressing down the remote. "Casablanca..." I murmured. "Casablanca!” he exclaimed. “Humphrey Bogart, take us away,"