Satine was going through the shelves looking at al the books that people put out of place.  It really ticked her off when people just put the books away wherever they wanted when they were down with them. But the smell brought her from her griping. It was her favorite smell, a mix of tobacco and fresh ink. It was the smell of Christian just after he'd finished writing something. She leaned against the counter, letting her newly blonde hair fall in front of her face as she greeted the reverie with open arms.

   She could hear the clacking of keys reverberating against the walls, could feel the warmth of the rising sun against her pale skin. Her feet were the only body part tucked beneath the blankets, an old habit from when she was a child. She looked over and saw Christian at his typewriter, bare-chested, his fingers flying fluently of the keys, his lips mouthing the words as he wrote them.

"Christian, how long are you going to stay at that damn typewriter" she said jokingly

  "As long as it takes," Christian said not turning from his work, his fingers still flowing over the keys. She smiled at his turned form.

  "I love you, Christian, always will" She said to him causing him to get from his chair and sit next to her on the bed.

  "I love you too," Christian said and kissed her lightly on the lips. She felt as his lips melded in to hers, his soft, light lips. She was so caught up in her day dream that she didn't feel the tap on her shoulder.

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Christian walked into the bookstore in awe, his shoes stepping silently on the carpeted floor. So many books, he could spend hours here. Then he noticed the blonde woman leaning against the counter. Her hair came down a little above her waist. The woman had her eyes closed and a smile played lightly on her luscious red lips. She looked oddly familiar.

  "Excuse me, miss" he said trying and failing to get the golden haired woman's attention. He walked closer and tapped her on the shoulder. Was she perhaps asleep? "Miss?" he asked again slightly louder than last time, it still didn't wake the sleeping beauty. "MISS!" he bellowed, causing the woman to jump and screech. She clutched her chest and was trying to catch her breath.

  "DON'T DO THAT!" she said still clutching her rising and falling chest.

  "Sorry" he said now feeling very sheepish "It's just you wouldn't wake"

  "So you yell at me?" she asked indignantly

  "It seemed a good idea at the time" he said, his head lowered and his hand rubbing the back of his head.

  "Sorry for jumping at you Mr. James" the woman said "But just, don't do that!!"

  "How did you know my" Christian started to ask but was cut off by the woman's quick answer.

  "It is on your briefcase, Mr. James" the woman pointed to the bag he was carrying. It did in fact have Christian James, stitched in red on the outside. It had been a gift from Satine for him to carry his manuscripts in.

  "Oh" he said looking at the bag "You can just call me Christian, if you want"

  "Alright, sir" she said "I mean, Christian" He just couldn't get off the familiarity of her face and body.

  "I'm sorry, but have we met before?" Christian asked staring into her deep blue eyes.

  "No, I don't think so" she said looking down at her feet, she seemed slightly unease at the question.

  "What is your name?" Christian asked trying to see her face through the mane of hair that covered it. She looked up and looked him straight in the eye.

  "Michelle LeBlanc" she said

  "LeBlanc?" he asked surprised by her answer "You wouldn't happen to be related to Satine Leblanc would you?

  "No" she answered quickly then looked him in the eye as if trying to convey a secret message "But anything is possible" she then dropped her gaze. He was so sure he recognized her she looked just like… But that was impossible Satine was dead and never coming back. He heard Toulouse's voice in his head, she's gone Christian. The woman asked him what it was he had came for.

  "Yes, right" he said finally remembering why he had come in the first place "I need a new copy of Romeo & Juliet, one of my favorites, I lost my copy on the train here from France"

  "You don't have the accent for France." Michelle said pointedly

  "Yes, well I'm originally from London" Christian said and then added "And what of you, you don't have the accent for England"

  "Yes well I'm came to France after my late husband past" she said once again looking at her feet.

  "I'm sorry" he said for once at a loss for words

  "So Romeo & Juliet then" she said starting to walk away, Christian followed. "Good book" she was still flitting in and out of the endless bookcase, she was so fast Christian found himself panting by the time she reached the correct shelf and pointing to a red book. Christian grabbed the book and fingered the golden lettering. Suddenly a noise came from upstairs and thundered down to their level and a cry came from the corner.

  "MAMA!!" the voice came from a young girl of five. She bounded across the room, her dark hair billowing after her, into the wide spread arms of her awaiting mother.

  "Hello, Chrissy!!!" Michelle said holding the small girl in her arms. "Why don't you help this man pay while I put away these books away?" she let go of the tiny child and started to float away sown the next aisle and he was left with small girl who came barely above his knee.

  "Hello sir," the little girl said trying to act grown up "I'm Christine, how may I be of service to you this fine morning?"

  "Did your mother teach you to say that" Christian asked

  "Yes sir" Christine said and looked at the book in his hand "Do you want to buy that book?"

  "Yes, where do I pay?" Christian asked

  "Follow me" she said, if she was as tall as her mother she would have been too far for Christian to catch up, but as her legs were less than half of Christian's he managed to keep up. She led her to the counter where he had found Michelle first leaning on. She grabbed the book from his hand and walked behind the counter. "Let's see, three pounds please"

  "Here" Christian said handing her a five pound note.

  "Okay, you gave me a five pound note for a three pound book so you would get… uh" Christine was obviously having trouble with this and was now trying to count off her fingers.

  "Sounds like we need more math in your lessons" came a voice from the back room, most likely it was Michelle's.

  'No mama, I got it" the girl said "He gave me five pounds, for a three pound book so he would get... uh… TWO POUNDS" she said shouting the answer, distinctly proud with herself.

  "Very good!" came the voice "Now give the man his change" the child opened the gold painted register and put the note in and come out with two for Christian.

  "Thank you" he told the girl "It was very nice to meet you"

   "Thank you for shopping here sir" the girl said with a wave as the man started to exit.

  "Call me Christian" He said holding the door pen as he walked through.

  "Good bye Christian" the girl said with a big wave this time that seemed to shake her entire body.

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  Satine waited to hear the door close before she dared move. She had fed him her pseudonym, told her lies. Now she was by herself in the stock room. Would she meet up with him again? Why was he here? Did she want to see him again? What was going to happen now?

  'London is a big city' she told herself 'I'm sure I'll never see him again' but inside a deep rip that she had once forgotten about was there again. She knew she would see him again and most likely more than once.

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Hello People!!! I just finished my first week back at school and guess what it sucked!!!! Yeah!!!! And I have the worst math teacher in the world!!!!! Yeah!!!!!!!   I get to sleep in tomorrow!!!!!! That is a good thing YEAH!!!!!!!!! Ok so what else!!! Stuff happened and that is it!!! So like REVIEW!!! BTW you know how I said I went to the baseball game, well the Giants won!!!! YEAH!!!!!!! ~I revamped this chapter for Rosemary Floweringwater. I hope this is a little bit better than the original, sorry if it isn't.~