Hello, hello, hello! Sorry for the wait. Now without further adieu, I give you, chapter two! [didja dig that rhyme scheme? I know you did :D]
Francoeur watched the slowly awakening city through blurry eyes. From his perch in the belfry of an old Catholic church, he could watch all the robotic Parisians going about their business. Why did their lives seem so perfect, so unaffected while his entire world was rocked by a hurricane? Why did they get to be happy? He sighed and angrily swiped the tears from his eyes.
This was Lucille's fault. It was her fault that she was so captivating, so angelic that he couldn't help but fall in love with her. It was also her fault that she was so blind. Was it really so hard to see that every little thing he did for her was a declaration of love? Every song, every dance, every gesture he made screamed "I Love You" but she was too deaf….too distracted by Raoul. That arrogant son of a…Francoeur took a few breaths to calm himself, his temper easing back into depression. Down below, the activity was dying down as people went to work. He stood, straightening his crumpled suit, and began to head down the belfry steps. Should he go back to the Rare Bird? Well, yes of course he had to. He couldn't just disappear; there where shows to do. How should he act around Lucille now?...Franc growled in frustration as he finally entered the main room of the church. A sound caught his attention and he paused. In one of the pews was a hunched figure, quietly whispering in prayer. Trying not to disturb the person, he shuffled along the wall, only to trip on an uneven stone. The figure jolted, looking up to see Franc sprawled out over a few now crooked pews.
"Are you ok, Monsieur?" The person asked in a soft feminine tone. She rose and was quickly beside him, helping him up. Compared to Franc, she was very petit but would be taller than Maude and slightly taller than Lucille. Her hands were small and slender in his as she steadied him. Franc sheepishly smiled down on her narrow, oval shaped face that was framed with dark-very dark- brown hair. It was in a loose bun.
"I did not mean to disturb you and yes, I'm ok," Francoeur replied, his new scratchy voice more hoarse than before. The woman giggled a little.
"It's fine, I was done anyway." The silence between them was odd but not uncomfortable. "I should be heading home," she finally said, looking at a small golden watch on her dainty wrist.
"May I walk you?" He asked, trying to be gentlemanly to make up for his earlier display. She nodded and took his arm as he offered it.
As they walked up the street quietly, Francoeur couldn't help but feel at ease with this girl. She didn't question his extreme height or his gruff voice. She just walked beside him as if it was the most natural thing to be walking with a giant. The air outside was warm and the sky was clear, a typical picture perfect day in Paris. Many people were out due to it being the lunch hour but the streets felt empty to Franc. It felt like it was only the two of them. Strange. He only felt like that with Lucille…
"Here we are," the girl said, stopping at a quaint little townhouse by a bakery, "Thank you for the walk…and the show earlier." There was a merry sparkle in her eye and a blush crept over his nose. He gave a little bow.
"You're welcome..." He didn't want her to go yet and he quickly looked around for some way to spend more time with her. Weird. He didn't even know her name yet. A delectable scent wafted its way into his nose. Perfect. "Would you like to get, uh… something from the bakery with me, Ms.?" His question came out awkwardly.
The girl cocked an eyebrow in amusement. "Only if you buy."
Sorry for the brevity of this chapter. I just wanted to give you guys something, even if it is a little something. Thanks for the follows and any reviews!