Author's Note ) Well this is just a series of drabbles concerning Olive and Alfredo... and a trip to Paris. Far fetched I know, but that's the beauty of writing!
"Wow look at this place!" Olive gingerly placed her bags on the floor so she could better see the room. Alfredo leaned against the door frame and looked as if he was surveying the room. But really, he couldn't take his eyes off of Olive. "Alfredo come look!" Olive grabbed his hand which made him smile even more. "Look at these paintings!" Olive led him to one featuring a single female ballet dancer. "She looks so graceful, I couldn't imagine being that beautiful." Alfredo watched Olive examine the painting.
"You are." He breathed.
She began to lightly trace the dancer with her finger. Around the tutu and down to the shoes. Olive closed her eyes and lowered her hand. She imitated the pose of the dancer, but not in a mocking way. Alfredo was sure Olive did not have dance training, but she looked more graceful than anyone he had ever seen.
Olive broke her pose with a laugh and turned back to Alfredo.
"Come on it's your turn! Pick a painting and imitate the pose."
"Olive I-I don't know.."
"Oh come on Alfredo there are tons in here to choose from."
Alfredo debated imitating the bowl of fruit to get Olive to laugh, she was beautiful when she laughed. But Alfredo had a better idea.
"Alright I have one, but you have to close your eyes." She played along and covered her eyes with her hands like a two year old would in a game of hide in seek in the playground.
Alfredo took a deep breath and lifted his hand to Olive's cheek. She pulled her hands down from her eyes but had them remain closed. He lifted her chin and could suddenly feel her warm breath become part of him. Before he realized what he was doing, he had already pulled away.
"One heck of a kiss Alfredo."