Melrose Place

A first date is not a reason to arrange a resort for two. No massages, rose petals, or gold-plated glasses. It's simpler than that: a little bravado, some nervous laughter, and cautious flirting against the backdrop of bass notes that confidently rock the air. He jokes that he'll pay for everything, but his voice betrays him - let it be once, not on account, but honestly.

Behind the ostentatious glamour lies a common desire to have someone nearby not for the sake of “show-off spa” and stories, but simply because it's cool to be together. The music sounds like a helicopter ride over a city where every house reflects the light of the headlights, and inside is the same old search for the real thing, only to the beat of Dior.