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- The day when I saw that I had gotten rid of the secret admirer, Elsa told me she had a date with him tonight. What? And that she needed my help. What? He had invited her to a gourmet dinner and she was afraid of screwing up because she only liked bean food. I had to watch all of this. So I said, "Yes". I asked Vincent, "But what happened?" He told me she wanted to see him again. She had done her thing and he could not resist. I told him to do exactly like last time. Same looks, same attitude. But worse because tonight was going to be the big finale of this comedy. Places of operation, Capitaine Fracasse boat. Operation code: Omelet. Channel one, Elsa. I told her she looked amazing. Channel two, Vincent. I told him he had the wrong suit. All passengers aboard. Dinner had begun and Elsa was shy. I told her to criticize the restaurant, it sounds pro. And she passed as snob. Perfect. I told Vincent to criticize her dress but he wanted to improvise. He told me to trust him. Time passed. Elsa was already elsewhere. She no longer listened to me, she only listen to Vincent. And he improvised. But he improvised poorly. The dinner took the course of a real romantic dinner. Uh-uh, it wasn't good, so... Good evening, madame, good evening, sir. I said to Elsa, "But why don't you do as I say?" She said, "I want to seduce him, not disgust him." I told Vincent that if he kept doing that we won't be paid. He told me he didn't mind. They both were really having fun. And then I got some work. Here are the desserts for table 14. Mmm, they are lucky out there. Those desserts looked delicious. And then it gave me an idea to put an end to it. When I got back on deck, Vincent had improvised again. This can't be true. He improvised really poorly. And then I realized that he was playing a double game. He had done everything possible to make this evening unfold perfectly because he really liked Elsa and my sister was happy. After all, if she thought he was the secret admirer, he could become so. The story could end a different way. I told Vincent, "I told you to disgust her but if you really like her you can become the secret admirer but she must never know that it was me." I stayed on Channel one. Madame, sir, is the dinner going well? She told me, "It was you. It was you from the start? From the start, from the start!" And then she left. That evening, Omelet Operation was a failure.