“How a man named Gayel Philwaki separates fact from fiction” is the episodic tale of a man who one day finds himself in a room he has never been in before, sitting opposite a man he has never met. Handed over a file labeled "Guy Vernes", Gayel is given the strange task of separating fact from fiction. Intrigued and curious, Gayel starts going through the file's documents, using his ability as a lawyer to fulfill the task. In each episode, Gayel starts by writing facts followed after by a related fictional story. This is another of his writings."

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The current Guy Vernes collection is now available.

In the previous episode: Soup came up with the idea of throwing a big party at the Shop; an event in which the five of us would reveal a piece of work we worked on collectively. While the party was getting started, Bookie and I gazed at the scenery…

I took my eyes off Herman and looked back at Bookie and the girl he was standing with. With a long stretch of silky brown hair and a face gracefully finished with cosmetics, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the girl spent her entire day getting herself ready for tonight. Although the way her body moved suggested faint signs of feminine insecurity, her posture was a relaxed and determined stance, opening up to a well-deserved evening in the company of a man she admired. Her name was Faviola Benites Sanz, but we called her “Féfé” (read: Feyfey), she was the country’s youngest editor-in-chief.

“So, Gayel, still the eternal bachelor?” she turned to me with a question that popped the bubble of my reverie, bringing me back to reality and the crisp sounds of Biggie out the speakers. “I’m saving myself for you, Féfé, you know that” I answered with cynical mockery. She smiled, “with all these beautiful women out here, there must be one wearing a Gayel hallmark of approval”. “No, just white dresses” I replied dryly. She took a sip of her Campari in suppressed amusement, looking back at the crowd, “you should lower your standards, Gayel”. I followed her glance to the center of the room, “I’ve been doing the limbo for quite some time now, Féfé.”

As Bookie grabbed her arm in gentle request for a dance, Féfé put her glass in my hand and followed her idol in excitement. The center of the room was now filled with frisking bodies, naturally moving to the rhythms of a classic. Although I couldn’t see him anywhere, I was sure that Soup was taping this. Yet it wasn’t Soup or Bookie that took my attention, but the frustrated loneliness of our musical genius Herman. He was plugging and unplugging cables at the end of the room, yet the painful sight was not that of his chosen isolation but the fact that he was in complete ignorance of a girl on his right who’s been watching him all night.

When it comes to women, Bookie and Herman are complete opposites. In terms of their physical appearance, both have what it takes to catch the eye, yet while Bookie deems himself “an okay looking fellow”, Herman thinks he’s the worst looking man on earth. The thing with Herman is that he puts too much pressure on every encounter with the opposite gender, making any interaction with a woman a test he rates impossible to pass. On the other hand, Bookie considers women simply as women, human beings of flesh and blood and so he reacts to them accordingly. Yet somehow, by the incomprehensible nature of the female, it is exactly this kind of indifference that makes him attractive. Hence their respective approach is completely different. While Bookie envelops a lady in an undeniable fog of charm and compliments, Herman consciously looks for ways to avoid the unease of a female presence and if he can’t escape it with words, he knows no embarrassment in farting his way out. You could say that Bookie is fly, while Herman simply is shy.

To be continued.

Signed: Gayel Philwaki