That girl with the pigtails had actually done it, and Arthur was as pissed as ever. The conference yesterday had been pretty lame, but afterwards when Arthur talked to her about her bad tea-making skills and "unladylike manners", she poured lukewarm tea over his head and gave a smug grin.

"I think the tea tastes better this way! Don't you, Arthur?" She laughed before strutting off.

She represented the Seychelles at these conferences. I think her name was Angelique? She seemed like a pretty spunky girl, and her islands were like the kind you'd see on those beach calendars. I saw her again today, talking to Arthur in the hall.

"Still sore from yesterday?" She smirked.

"No, just waiting for my apology, Miss Dansereau." He muttered through gritted teeth.

"Ah, désolée." She shrugged. "Sorry, sorry."

"Fair enough." He said. "Oh, it's almost time for the meeting to start again."

He headed back to the conference room, and left Angelique by the large window. She sighed and looked outside, probably wishing she was home. I didn't blame her

After today's meeting, I ran into her as we were going to our rooms for the night.

"Oh hey." I scratched the back of my neck. " Wait, aren't you the one who–"

"Poured tea over Arthur? Wi, that's me." She laughed and smiled. "And you're America, non? I know because you're always the cocky one at these conferences."

"I'm not cocky!" At least, I didn't think so. "And yeah, the name's Alfred F. Jones. The 'F' stands for 'freedom'."

"Mm-hmm. Sure it does." She smirked. "I'm Angelique Dansereau, but you probably already knew that."

"Yeah." I shrugged. "Well, I'm about ready to crash so I'm gonna get going. See you tomorrow, Angelique."

"Good night, Alfred. See you." She said and left to her room on the other end of the hall.

Don't think of me as a pervert, but I couldn't help taking a quick glance at her hips as she walked.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Shit, there went the alarm. It was seven in the morning here, but back home in New York it was eleven at night. Might as well get ready for the day. Shower, get dressed, get coffee, and go down to the conference hall.

As I was walking to the meeting room, I spotted Matt, who still looked half-asleep.

"Think fast, Matt!" I jumped in front of him and pretended to throw my coffee. I love doing that.

"Ah!" He was awake now. "I want Tim Horton's…"

"That's too bad." I poked at him. " We should go out on a chocolate binge after the meeting."

"I feel like that's a terrible idea, but okay." He shrugged.

"Mattie!" Angelique ran up to us and hugged him, kissing him on both cheeks afterward.

"Bonjour, Angelique! Ça va?" Matt hugged her back. Since when did they know each other?

"Ça va bien. Et toi?" She smiled and glanced over to me. "Bonzour, Alfred."

"Bien aussi." Matt replied.

"Uh… Bonjour Angelique." It had been so long since I'd spoken French.

She and Matt talked a bit more, and then Angelique went off to speak to Elizaveta.

"You know her?" I asked.

"Of course. She's like a little sister to me."

"Oh. For a second I thought–"

"That we were dating?" He chuckled. "It's the cheek kissing, isn't it? But anyway, non. I'm already dating Katyusha."

"Oh? How's the sex?" I teased and elbowed his side.

"Better than what you get." Damn it!

"Whatever, dude." I'd never admit it, but I guess it was true. I haven't been laid in a while.

The clock in the hall chimed.

Nine o'clock; time for the conference to start.