Jamie Dornan moves through the scene.Specifically, the scene is the frame of the window of a small Japanese restaurant in Stud, a city in the west of England that was famous for its wool factories, its serpentant rivers and its suspiciously photogenic sheep.It is no more comatose than sleepy.There is an energy crystal store and a vintage clothing store called Time After Time.

No one seems to be in a hurry, and less the man with whom I have stayed.The actor, (who shows us what the casual smart style is and how you can use it) walk right, giving me the double guns: an extended arm, the other folded like that of an archer, while both hands and fingers indices point through therestaurant crystal.Pew!Pew!Very Trinity style pointing in The Matrix, but, you know, more dad.

However, although I didn't know Jamie Dornan -we met 16 years ago, both as rookies in our respective games, both wearing.He would give this type of welcome.

It crosses the door and gives me a great and enveloping bear hug, a palmadita on my back, a millionaire smile, a shoulder shake and a sincere laughter.I get the impression that he is the best lost friend who after a long time returns from an excursion abroad and that he did not know that he had missed so much, the boy from the house next door left the rugby, got a great opportunity and ranWith her until winning the lottery.

The boy is gold.Although his is not a sparking and untouchable shine - of the type that Timothée Chalamet has while sliding by Cannes as a fashion soldier in a Haider Ackermann body - but a visible and exothermic heat.It reminds me of the man "Ready Brek" of the ads when I was a child.It was a plasticine avatar in Stop-Motion that shone like a nuclear pump.Well that is Dornan.It is very warm: you can see its central heating abroad.

Today, the 39 -year -old Norwegian actor is dressed precisely as a main actor must dress for a casual Monday from the beginning of autumn with a press member: a loose shirt of the color of a white sheet that has been in a cycle ofhot washing with a tea bag;tennis that are not fashionable;Beige khaki pants tight enough to make their marked balls toned from squad look like a pair of pythons that have swallowed tennis balls.It also carries a perfectly worn blue cobalt jacket, in addition to a battered navy blue baseball cap, which will be upside down once our spicy chicken chicken noodles soup dishes arrive.It is a look with which few parents of almost 40 years could get their own outside their own home gyms: it is more like a Dalston barista than a Mayfair gallery owner specialized in Pokémon NFTS without a box.