...50? You know when i usually reach this far on a story it sucks? O.o"

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50

Fleurette's eyes scanned over each and every instrument which was in the small quaint shop she was currently standing in.

"Can I help you Mademoiselle?" A kind voice interrupted her thoughts. Twirling around she smiled at a short grey haired man who was standing in front of her.

"I'm just looking."

"For anything in particular?"

"Well...not really..." Fleurette said slowly. As soon as Erik and herself had managed to secretly get to their destination he had told her to await outside. Some outing this was, so instead of listening to him Fleurette completely went against what he said and ventured inside.

As soon as she had she was confronted with a magnitude of different instruments, all different sizes and colours. Half of them she didn't know the names of, then some of them looked like they had come from a foreign land.

The old man regarded her kindly and smiled, "If you need me, I'll be out the back."

"Do you make instruments here?" Fleurette's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Yes, come with me." He nodded and pushed open a curtain which was near the back of the room. Fleurette looked over her shoulder when the door to the shop opened and closed and a shadow flitted in.

"Oh!" She exclaimed and clapped her hands together. "A cello? It's amazing! You really made this Monsieur?" The old man nodded slowly, "I wish I could play." Fleurette's fingers glided over the cool smooth wood.

"Can you play a instrument?"

"Piano," Fleurette answered and heard the door open and shut again. "Monsieur I believe you have an awaiting customer out in your shop. Thank you very much for showing me these though." She smiled warmly and walked alongside him and out from the back room.

The two of them stood near the counter looking around a seemingly empty shop. The old man let out a thoughtful noise when his eyes landed on a note and money on the counter.

Fleurette quickly scanned over the words and also made a thoughtful noise. "Good bye Monsieur." She waved and exited the shop as soon as she opened the door the cold night air greeted her and made her shudder.

Wrapping her arms around herself she looked around. It was dark now, the street lights made the surroundings get lit in an eerie ghostly glow. Looking up at a nearby one Fleurette let out a scream when a arm gripped onto her arm and tugged her backwards.

"Fleurette it's only me." Erik said while turning her by her shoulders to look at him. Fleurette put a hand over her heart and then let out a shaky breath. "I am sorry for scaring you."

"Well...I should have been expecting something like that I guess." Fleurette reasoned, it was obvious that Erik wouldn't just appear on the street beside her. "What did you buy?" As an answer Erik lifted up a black leather bound book. "That's it?"

"What else were you expecting?" Erik smiled and shook his head, he found it a little funny how Fleurette clearly thought he was shopping for something much more interesting than a writing book.


"I used to come here a lot when I was younger. The last time I was here was the other day." Fleurette said while turning her back to the pond in the park.

"Why did you avoid coming here?" Erik asked from a bench nearby. With the safety of darkness there was no reason what so ever as to why he would need to hide somewhere within the park. Or ultimately retreat back to the inner workings of the opera house.

Actually in fact, it was Fleurette's idea to come here. She had shortly said that she needed to return home once they were walking through the alley ways around the small music shop.

"My mother was always with me, I mean us." Fleurette rolled her eyes and took to playing with the sleeves of her dress top. "I always associated this park with happy memories." She looked around, the street lights dimly lit the park and made it look a lot more eerie than it actually was. Looking towards the bench, Erik was only just visible from his sitting position.

Skipping forward a few steps she sat down and looked at him with a light smile. "Yes?" Erik questioned a little confused. After all just seconds ago Fleurette was looking and sounding very melancholic, now she seemed rather content.

"This is like...the first time we've been out together properly..." her voice trailed off as she raised an eyebrow up at him. "Sort of like a date." She laughed quietly and then laughed again when Erik double took her words and looked at her.

"Well," he said sounding a little flustered and confused. He didn't actually say anything else but flitted his eyes from the darkened pond in front of them to the lightly laughing woman beside him.