"Alright, suit yourself."
Monica gave a slight smile, drank half of her glass in one go, and lounged on the sofa with her bare legs no longer demurely together but casually placed on the sofa, revealing some scenery.
"What were you just doing?"
"Replying to some congratulatory messages from friends."
"You truly deserve the congratulations, only twenty-four years old, half my age, and already you have received so many honors: 13 Olympic Gold Medals, numerous Golden Belts, a Grammy, as well as being both the Berlin Film Emperor and Cannes Film Emperor, Link, why are you so amazing?"
Monica Bellucci asked with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Just like the media says, I might be a genius, and a polymath."
Link laughed.
"Yes, you are a genius, a genius in every aspect, and a very, very charming guy. If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely pursue you at all costs, even if it meant being like Marion."
Monica drank off her drink and handed the empty glass to Link.
