2 million euros and 100 people

This morning, during the minutes/hours of lazing in bed after waking up on a Sunday morning, Julien awoke with another long-term project in his head, and spent 30 minutes describing every single detail of the said project.

“It’s going to be a success!” he said breathlessly, smiling at the ceiling.

“I doubt that it will… spark… (yawn) any interest,” I said doubtfully, rubbing my foot against his leg. “I mean, your target audience is pretty small.”

“It’s going to be a hit,” he said confidently, playing deaf. He turned over and we looked at each other over our pillows. He was grinning wildly. Over the next few minutes he attempted to tickle me, and stopped when he got bored from all my kicking and screaming.

“Well… ok. If you pull it off. Anyway, it’s worth a try… what should I do?”

“You can make the drawings. I’ll need a lot of studies. Character studies. You know anything about it?”

“Not a thing!” I told him. The wind almost blew our window shut, but thankfully the latch didn’t give way.

He had that crazed look on his face, the one that translated to “I will be hyperactive for the rest of the day.”

We then made out for a few minutes, and after we pulled away he murmured, “Now, all I need is someone to invest 2 million euros… and I’ll need about a hundred people…” He then wandered off to the kitchen to make cappucino.