Hi guys ! So impatient to strat this journey with you. I'll give you some suggestions of songs before each chapter if you want to get in the mood :). Tell me if you like them ! I'm only gonna propose french songs cause I feel like centering this story around Delphine. Please feel free to comment, share, whatever you want ! ça me donne du courage quand tu t'abonnes ou que tu me laisses un com ;)
Warning : English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for potential mistakes. But French is so enjoy without moderation Delphine speaking her mothertongue ;)
Chapter 1
Le temps est bon (Isabelle Pierre)
Les espaces et les sentiments (Vanessa Paradis)
Delphine hung up the phone and felt back into her chair, exhausted after another long day at work. She had a dream job : doctor for a very well-known clinic that provided her with a spacious private office, at the top of a skyscraper. It gave her a sense of achievement and satisfaction, but she was also feeling lonely, remote as she was from the life of the city. From her floor, she could only see people's heads and shoulders. She could only hear distant noises - horns, cries sometimes. Yes, her life was successful, and her career remarkable - she was hardly 31 - but she missed something quite indiscernible. She should have been perfectly having and fulfilled, and yet there was something she couldn't pinpoint.
Anyway… It was 7:45, that is to say fifteen minutes more than her usual hour of leaving. She gathered her belongings but, just as she was about to leave, she heard an unknown noise – however, as she'd find out soon, this noise was about to become a very familiar, and even impatiently expected one. She turned and saw a strange shape outside the window, suspended by a few cables and trying to find back its balance pushing on the glass. It took her a while to figure out what the strange vision was. Delphine had never stayed that late in her office, thereby she had never seen the person who was washing the windows of the skyscraper. She remained motionless for a while, not wanting to scare the person and cause them any injury. Actually, she felt a bit of dread herself at the sight of such a frail body suspended almost a hundred feets high.
The unexpected guest eventually managed to recover their balance and began to clean the window. When they turned sideways slightly to grab a cloth, Delphine saw clearly, thanks to the tight tank top, that her companion was a woman. The latter shook her head to swing her hair behind her shoulder when she returned to her previous position and began to wipe out the window. There was something about her hair Delphine couldn't quite figure yet because of the sun that was going down behind the woman.
It was a perfect August evening. Despite the air conditioning, Delphine could feel the heat that a long sunny day had left, lingering in every corner of every street. She could also impeccably picture the exact color of the light at this hour, a delicate medley of gold and light brown. The painting was amazingly in tune with the window cleaner's clothes, that were colorful but not too much. It was as if the woman had known what particular things she had to wear in order to complete the painting, as if she knew she would have Delphine as the private spectator of a show only displayed for her benefit.
The whole vision was quite dazzling so Delphine turned her eyes away, grabbed her bag and coat and left the room.
Outside, Cosima observed her making her way out, unable to prevent herself from staring at the swaying of her hips, and the long hair swinging to both sides of her head in tune with her gracious steps. Even though the daylight was decreasing slowly, the mirror glass window made it difficult to see with more accuracy the woman inside. But it was a woman for sure. She had such a way of walking. It took Cosima a moment to dismiss those thoughts and resume work.