A leisurely breakfast in a cozy boulangerie near the boulevard Saint-Germain covered with spotted plane trees was ending. On Saturdays, she comes here for aesthetics and a divine combination of the smell of freshly baked pastries and aromatic coffee. This is her special ritual, her memory and anticipation of a future meeting. Closing her eyes, she plunges into the atmosphere of warmth and pleasure. She remembers every touch of his lips, his hands, and his breath. It seems to her that ghee is being poured over the body in a stream and wraps up in her creamy embrace, in which she wants to be dissolved.