Chapter 3
Christian had thought of something. If these two were purse-snatchers and could get around easily from the looks of it, then he should have no problem getting back to Montmartre where he'd spend the rest of his life as a depressed writer and a drunk on Absinthe.
Looking at the girl clearly now out of his drunken haze he tried to smile. However his jaw hurt and he could tell the other man's did too.
"Sorry about that." Christian raised his hand and pointed to the man's freshly painted black eye.
"No worries." He mumbled. Christian sat back and closed his eyes. He could hear the man talking to the girl and he slightly opened them. He watched as the other man vigorously pointed at him and she constantly shook heard and said 'no.'
She was very pretty… she had light brown hair pulled back in a once neat bun but was now all frazzled and lips the color of rouge. Her eyes were an illuminating green and her skin was the color of caramel.
She was lovely he would admit but not to be trusted. Finally she said something that got the man angry and as he almost hit her Christian had to do something.
"Excuse me!" He called.
"What?" The man answered as he lowered his hand and the girl's face changed from a wince of pain to a relaxed sigh. Christian couldn't help notice the scar he hadn't detected earlier on her middle cheek and down her jaw line.
"If you take me to Montmartre, I will lie and say I mistaken you two as the attempted thieves." Christian whispered as if he were to die if anyone else had heard.
"And what do we get in benefit?" The man asked.
"Stupid, get out clean!" The girl blurted. Christian liked her spunk. However the other man didn't. What was their relation? He wondered. From the looks of the way he treats her, they must be married. Christian figured.
The man looked at Christian and smiled.
"Under one condition—" Christian cut him off.
"No conditions. I make the calls for now and this is what I holler. Take me and leave with me or stay and I leave anyways. The only difference is I get the company of a pr–" Christian glanced at the girl as she looked so innocent. Changing his last few words from 'a pretty lady' to:
"A, uh professional… um- criminal." Shifting his gaze back to the man he tried to smile. Not even consulting with the girl the man agreed.
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Christian had thought of something. If these two were purse-snatchers and could get around easily from the looks of it, then he should have no problem getting back to Montmartre where he'd spend the rest of his life as a depressed writer and a drunk on Absinthe.
Looking at the girl clearly now out of his drunken haze he tried to smile. However his jaw hurt and he could tell the other man's did too.
"Sorry about that." Christian raised his hand and pointed to the man's freshly painted black eye.
"No worries." He mumbled. Christian sat back and closed his eyes. He could hear the man talking to the girl and he slightly opened them. He watched as the other man vigorously pointed at him and she constantly shook heard and said 'no.'
She was very pretty… she had light brown hair pulled back in a once neat bun but was now all frazzled and lips the color of rouge. Her eyes were an illuminating green and her skin was the color of caramel.
She was lovely he would admit but not to be trusted. Finally she said something that got the man angry and as he almost hit her Christian had to do something.
"Excuse me!" He called.
"What?" The man answered as he lowered his hand and the girl's face changed from a wince of pain to a relaxed sigh. Christian couldn't help notice the scar he hadn't detected earlier on her middle cheek and down her jaw line.
"If you take me to Montmartre, I will lie and say I mistaken you two as the attempted thieves." Christian whispered as if he were to die if anyone else had heard.
"And what do we get in benefit?" The man asked.
"Stupid, get out clean!" The girl blurted. Christian liked her spunk. However the other man didn't. What was their relation? He wondered. From the looks of the way he treats her, they must be married. Christian figured.
The man looked at Christian and smiled.
"Under one condition—" Christian cut him off.
"No conditions. I make the calls for now and this is what I holler. Take me and leave with me or stay and I leave anyways. The only difference is I get the company of a pr–" Christian glanced at the girl as she looked so innocent. Changing his last few words from 'a pretty lady' to:
"A, uh professional… um- criminal." Shifting his gaze back to the man he tried to smile. Not even consulting with the girl the man agreed.
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