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Francis walked along Seine in the sun. He held a newspaper in his hands and glanced to the date. Sighing, he realized that it had been a week and he had not heard nor seen Arthur since the argument. In his mind he could see the Brit celebrating for being away from him, but deep inside the Parisian wished for the longing of his heart to long for him back.
"Mon cher Arthur, pourquoi as-tu fait cela?" the Parisian asked himself as he stopped dead in his tracks and brushed back some blonde locks out of his face. That's when he noticed the legs of a young woman and raised his sight. The female standing a few feet away was beautiful, Francis admitted.
Dressed in a stylish dress with a scarf around her neck, the woman's dirty blonde waves of hair tangled with the blowing wind and suddenly her grey eyes met deep blue ones. They stood there, silent and Francis guessed she didn't know French, since she was holding a map.
Suddenly, her pale red lips parted and words came out, sweet as sugar, "Excusez-moi, monsieur. C'est ma première fois à Paris et je suis à la recherche de Notre Dame. Voulez-vous me montrer où il est?"
Francis, surprised by the female's French accent, smiled, "Bien sûr, j'étais juste sur mon chemin moi-même," he answered, his slightly darker voice being a nice contrast to the female's light one. He walked up to her and handed her his arm as a gentleman and she gladly accepted, "Mon nom est Francis."
The woman giggled, "Jolie."
"Un si beau nom," Francis said, now walking along the river with Jolie by his side. He was not really a ladies' man, but always a gentleman. Jolie now giggled again as Francis spoke and the man chuckled lightly.
"Veuillez aussi, Francis."
Two hours later, the pair was still enjoying each others' company. Francis now knew that Jolie was an artist and she painted quite beautifully – she even sketched a portrait of Francis when they were sitting on the grass by Seine. She was also born and raised in Nice, had two older brothers and loved nature.
She was really kind and her voice soothed the Frenchman as he would sometimes just close his eyes while she was walking. Ofcourse, he had to explain why he did that to her and she blushed and looked away when he did. Francis thought to himself that her name fitted her very well. She was pretty. And nice. And caring. And good looking. And French. The only thing that surprised him was the fact that she wasn't dating.
"Êtes-vous sérieux?" Francis asked when she told him about it and his eyes were glowing with disbelief. They were at a café and Francis had almost choked on his coffee.
"Je suis très sérieux. Je n'ai jamais eu une relation," Jolie said with her voice serious and a tad sad. She looked at the blonde man and drowned in his blue eyes. Why had she not met him before? He was everything she looked for in a male.
"Ce qui me choque. Une telle belle dame comme toi-même doit avoir des hommes pâmée sur vous en permanence …" mumbled Francis, caught in his own world and took a zip from what was left of his coffee.
"Je pourrais dire la même chose de vous, Francis!" Jolie exclaimed and Francis looked up to meet her grey eyes, "Vous n'êtes pas dans une relation non plus, et vos regards sont à mourir."
Francis chuckled. 'To die for?' he thought to himself and then shook his head. He finished his coffee and glanced at his watch. A quarter past five. A quarter past five! Francis stood up in such a hurry that his chair fell over.
"Francis? Quel est le problème?" Jolie asked and stood up, her eyes never leaving Francis blue ones.
"Rien n'est faux, Jolie. Je suis juste en retard pour une réunion."
"Oh? Donc, vous quittez alors?"
Francis smiled, "Mes excuses, mais je dois. Voici ma carte," handing out a card to Jolie, he gave her a peck on her cheek, and then raised her hand to his lips, kissing them too, before lifting up the chair. He smiled once more, before he left, leaving Jolie holding his card close to her heart and her cheeks red.
"Je ne vous oublierai jamais, Francis. Même si nous reverrons jamais," Jolie whispered under her breath as she watched the blue dressed man walk away, his blonde locks flowing in the wind and he turned around one last time, to wave at her. She lifted her hand and waved back, forcing a shy smile to her lips.
Unbeknown to both French, across the street of the café stood a certain Brit, his eyes wide open and also his mouth. He had not meant to follow the two as he had come to visit Francis and apologize for his 'awful behavior', but when he saw Francis giving her his arm the arrogant Brit had made up his mind and had followed them.
He rarely understood what they were talking about, but judging by how the woman always smiled or laughed and how Francis always made sure that she didn't trip or walk over dirt. He had even pulled of his jacket to put over a damned puddle! The Brit trembled in anger when he thought about it.
But why was he so mad? Why?
My French is so bad and I apologize for that! But here are the translations. (I just realized how much French I wrote in this. Hah!)
Mon cher Arthur, pourquoi as-tu fait cela? = My dearest Arthur, why did you do this to us?
Excusez-moi, monsieur. C'est ma première fois à Paris et je suis à la recherche de Notre Dame. Voulez-vous me montrer où il est? = Excuse me, sir. This is my first time in Paris and I'm looking for Notre Dame. Would you mind showing me where it is?
Bien sûr, j'étais juste sur mon chemin moi-même = Of course, I was just on my way there myself
Mon nom est Francis = My name is Francis
Jolie = The character's name, but it also means pretty/cute
Un si beau nom = Such a beautiful name
Veuillez aussi = Yours too
Êtes-vous sérieux? = Are you serious?
Je suis très sérieux. Je n'ai jamais eu une relation. = I am very serious. I have never had a relationship.
Ce qui me choque. Une telle belle dame comme toi-même doit avoir des hommes pâmée sur vous en permanence. = That shocks me. Such a beautiful lady as yourself should have men swooning over you constantly.
Je pourrais dire la même chose de vous, Francis. = I could say the same about you, Francis.
Vous n'êtes pas dans une relation non plus, et vos regards sont à mourir. = You are not in a relationship either and your looks are to die for.
Quel est le problème? = What's wrong/what's the problem?
Rien n'est faux, Jolie. Je suis juste en retard pour une réunion. = Nothing is wrong, Jolie. I am just late for a meeting.
Donc, vous quittez alors? = So you are leaving then?
Mes excuses, mais je dois. Voici ma carte. = My apologies, but I have to. Here is my card.
Je ne vous oublierai jamais, Francis. Même si nous reverrons jamais. = I will never forget you, Francis. Even if we never meet again.
I just couldn't keep my hands of writing this second chapter and uploading it. I have the whole weekend now to write, so I hope I'll have a few chapters up by the end of Sunday!