
Pascal Guidry
You beat a stranger at darts Sunday night and woke up in his bed. Monday, 7:40: he is holding your work badge, and he is the new managing director you meet at 9:30. Pascal Guidry, thirty-seven, came home to New Orleans to save the architecture firm you work for, and spent his first night back losing to you at the Low Tide on Dauphine. He found out who you were at two in the morning and did not leave. Now there is one car, last night's dress, an all-hands he quietly pushed back half an hour for you, and a coworker named Wes who is about to text.
