"What makes you think I want to talk with you?" the French girl asked Yasmin, looking at her as if she was way less than herself.
Yasmin had found out that the girl was called Célia.
"Well, I hoped you would answer some questions…" Yasmin tried, but was interrupted: "Okay, girly, I 'ave question for you! You're friend with américain boy, oui?" Célia looked in the direction where Cameron stood with Cloe. Yasmin got tired of this.
"Well, he's kinda busy, can't you see?!" She pointed towards Cloe, who talked with Cameron.
Célia smiled confidently, "I'm sure we can work that out."
Yasmin rolled her eyes.
"I have some questions", she tried again, but was cut off by Célia, "Ah-ah, petite fille. I will talk with him, or no one. Understand?"
Yasmin looked flustered at Cameron.
"What if he doesn't want to?" she asked with a small voice.
"I'm sure he does. Now, go ask him. Then I'll answer your questions, ma amie!"
Yasmin walked over to Cameron, not sure what to do or say.
"Eh, Cameron… She won't answer anything without speaking to you." Cameron looked at her with big eyes. "Well, I don't wanna talk with her! Tell her that!"
Yasmin looked down at her shoes, "It's not that easy… She won't take no for an answer…"
Angel interruptet: "I've had it! She can stick her opinion up…"
Yasmin interrupted, "Angel, I know you're angry, but this is important!"
Cloe gasped. "Not that important! Come Cameron, let's go. I don't wanna be in this room anymore!"
Sasha noticed what had happened and ran over to them.
"Angel, you're acting childish! Come on, let's just grab the chance now that we have it!"
Cameron shook his head, "I won't do it! I know what she's up to, I don't wanna be a part of it. There must be another way!" They looked over at Célia, who was now talking with a tall guy with blonde hair.
"Doesn't he sorta look like a model?" Jade said in a low voice.
"We'll have to find out. Yasmin, go over there and mingle again!" Sasha said, looking curiously at them.
As Yasmin approached, the guy looked over at her, forgetting all about Célia.
"Oh-la-la, what have we here?" he smiled.
"Hi", Yasmin said in a shy way. She was very uncomfortable, but really wanted to find out anything for this mission.
The guy ran a hand through his hair, before smiling brightly to her.
"My name's Marceau. What's your name, beautiful?" He moved closer.
"Eh… my name's Yasmin" she responded.
"Oh, like the flowerrr?" he said, moving even closer.
"Yes… I- I guess so" she said, feeling very uncomfortable. He lowered his face to her, whispering in her ear: "and you look like a beautiful petite flower, chérie, very beautiful." He was flirting – way too much, she thought. But she smiled, as if she was happy with this statement.
"Thank you", she said. He smiled, as if he had won a prize. "So, what you doing here? I never seen you here before, ma fleur"
She forgot what to respond; she was too nervous with his – and Célia's – presence.
"Well… I'm here with… my friends" she said, looking around. He also looked around, for a moment, before looking at her again.
"Friends," he said. "Okay. Well, I'm your friend now, oui?" She put up a fake smile and nodded. He started to pose, acting like it was a natural thing to do.
"You seen me before, oui? I'm a model" he said proudly. So, he was a model, afterall. This could help.
"Oh, really? You've got the looks for it" she said, trying to sound all happy for him. He smiled down to her.
"And so do you, ma petite belle fleur", he flirted again.
Célia rolled her eyes, "well, Marceau, I'll see you when you're not so busy with petite filles…", she went away, looking all angry at Yasmin on her way.
"Don't mind her, chérie, she just wants things… her way, you know?"
Yasmin faked a smile. "Oh yes, I know," she laughed.
"Marceau, I wanna ask some questions to you." He smiled at her, grabbing his drink and taking a sip.
"Sure, chérie, anything. I've got all night," he said while blinking at her. Yasmin had to pull herself together, she didn't like this at all.
"I've heard some rumors," she started.
"'bout me? Oh, all good I hope" he laughed. She started to relax a little, maybe he wasn't so bad?
"Not exactly about you. But I hear models won't do the catwalk lately? What's that all about?" He suddenly changed to serious again.
"Where 'ave you 'eard that?!" he asked. Yasmin realized she had to ease him up a bit before, but there was sure something to find out here. Marceau knew something.
"Oh, just a stupid rumor. Could I have a drink, Marceau?" she said, while putting her hand on his shoulder. This worked; he smiled again, ordering a drink for her.
They talked for a while about lots of different things, she hoped this would ease him up a bit, before she could ask him once again.
In the middle of a conversation about his trip to Milan for a photoshoot some weeks ago, Yasmin's phone buzzed. She looked down – it was Eitan.
"Oh, I've got to take this!" She said, heading out the door, out in the streets, in the fresh air.
"Hi, Eitan! How's it going?" She smiled while holding the phone against her ear.
"Oh, I was so afraid I called in the middle of the night! I didn't, did I?" he asked nervously. She giggled.
"No, it's late in the evening, but it's okay." He sighed in the other end. "Great. Eh… how are you?" he asked. Yasmin smiled, and she had butterflies in her stomach by hearing his voice.
"I'm fine. We're trying to solve this mission we're on" she explained.
"How's that going?"
Yasmin looked at her manicured nails. "Well, not exactly great. But I'm sure we'll find out something very soon!"
"Fill me in when you know something," he responded.
"Well, Yasmin, I actually called because I have some news, and I wanted you to be the first to know…"
She interrupted him, "you wanted me to know first?" and her stomach grew wild of butterflies.
He sounded flustered in the other end of the phone, "eh, yes, I mean… you are the first, but I didn't mean it that way, eh… just…"
She started to laugh. "I'm so happy you tell me first. What is it, Eitan?"
He took a deep breath before starting talking: "well, you won't believe this, but I actually…"
Someone opened the door behind Yasmin, and Eitan was interrupted by a newly familiar voice:
"Yasmin, ma belle fleur, you coming back inside?"
Eitan immediately stopped talking. He was quiet for a while, before saying: "Oh… I didn't realize you were… with someone… I'm sorry …. For… interrupting, eh…"
Yasmin didn't know what to say. "Marceau, I'll be right there, just go back inside." He nodded and went.
"Eitan, I'm so sorry! You didn't interrupt anything. Please continue. It's totally fine you called, you didn't interrupt! He was just a model that I talked with inside, I tried to ask…"
Eitan interrupted her talking: "A model?" he asked.
"Yes, he's a model, and I'm talking with him inside, I really think this…"
Eitan interrupted her once again. "I didn't realize he was a model, Yasmine, I'm sorry for calling you then… We'll talk another time… eh… see you, then." He hung up, and Yasmin had a strange feeling inside. Eitan had sounded so happy when they talked, and he suddenly sounded so… strange and quiet?
She went back inside to talk to Marceau. She looked around and found him fast. He stood with a new drink for her and a bright smile, waiting for her to come over.
