I couldn't believe it. I really couldn't. Me- Sam Coulson- Mr.
Organized, Mr. Cool. Mr. Suave had actually gotten lost. Actually, lost
isn't really the right word. I got mis-placed. You would think that after
all my reading I would actually be able to find my way around a place like
Paris. But no. It took me almost three hours to get to the Eiffel Tower,
and even then it took me almost another 20 minutes to find my way to the
front of the building, where I had told Josie I had missed her. By that
time it was already almost 9:30 and I didn't blame Josie for not being
there. If she had come at all- and I didn't blame her if she didn't come-
than she had probably left hours ago. But I had to try. I mean, I couldn't
stand the thought of not being able to talk to her.
So, me being Mr. Resourceful, I called up information and got the address for Ms. Josie Gellar, living at 1143 Rou de Paris. I knew that it wasn't the best plan to surprise her at home, especially at almost ten o'clock at night, so I decided to check in to a hotel and stay the night. I didn't take long for me to find a place near to Josie's house, and checking in, I went straight to sleep. A 16 hour flight can really do a number on someone.
The next day, after enjoying my free continental breakfast and a coffee from the bakery on the corner, I walked slowly down Josie's lane, counting apartments so that I wouldn't miss it. When I found it, I wasn't surprise. The apartment looked small but quaint- the outside had only tow windows and no balcony and the walls were covered with ivy and some kind of purple flowers. Having reassured myself and taken as many deep breaths as the body can handle, I began to climb the outside stairs slowly, and when I got to the door I knocked lightly. I didn't expect anyone to answer, considering that it was still only 9:00, but when the door swung open, my breath caught for more than one reason.
Josie was looking more beautiful than I had ever seen anyone look. She was still in her pajamas, and her hair was a complete mess, but she had such a great glow, such a twinkle in her eyes that I instantly began to regret anything and everything that I had ever done to her. She opened the door with a smile, and it almost broke my heart to see that smile begin to fall slowly as she woke up and realized who it was she was looking at.
"S-Sam?"
"Yeah. Surprise!"
"W-What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to explain about last night."
"Look, Sam, about that...don't worry about it. It all turned out ok."
"What do you mean 'It all turned out ok'?"
"I just mean that...nothing. Look Sam, it's really early, I'm on assignment, and I'm, still not sure why you're here or what you want, so I'm gonna have to get back to bed."
"Fine, fine. But Josie, make me a promise."
"What Sam?"
"Promise me you'll meet me at Le Café Americana tonight at 7. We really do need to talk."
"Fine Sam. Whatever you want. Now goodnight and goodbye."
"Goodbye until 7, right?"
"Right. Until 7."
With that Josie closed the door and I had no choice but to get back in my rent-a-car and rive aimlessly around Paris. Sam felt that, even if he and Josie weren't totally over, there were some things that they both needed to talk about- a few irreconcilable differences.
So, me being Mr. Resourceful, I called up information and got the address for Ms. Josie Gellar, living at 1143 Rou de Paris. I knew that it wasn't the best plan to surprise her at home, especially at almost ten o'clock at night, so I decided to check in to a hotel and stay the night. I didn't take long for me to find a place near to Josie's house, and checking in, I went straight to sleep. A 16 hour flight can really do a number on someone.
The next day, after enjoying my free continental breakfast and a coffee from the bakery on the corner, I walked slowly down Josie's lane, counting apartments so that I wouldn't miss it. When I found it, I wasn't surprise. The apartment looked small but quaint- the outside had only tow windows and no balcony and the walls were covered with ivy and some kind of purple flowers. Having reassured myself and taken as many deep breaths as the body can handle, I began to climb the outside stairs slowly, and when I got to the door I knocked lightly. I didn't expect anyone to answer, considering that it was still only 9:00, but when the door swung open, my breath caught for more than one reason.
Josie was looking more beautiful than I had ever seen anyone look. She was still in her pajamas, and her hair was a complete mess, but she had such a great glow, such a twinkle in her eyes that I instantly began to regret anything and everything that I had ever done to her. She opened the door with a smile, and it almost broke my heart to see that smile begin to fall slowly as she woke up and realized who it was she was looking at.
"S-Sam?"
"Yeah. Surprise!"
"W-What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to explain about last night."
"Look, Sam, about that...don't worry about it. It all turned out ok."
"What do you mean 'It all turned out ok'?"
"I just mean that...nothing. Look Sam, it's really early, I'm on assignment, and I'm, still not sure why you're here or what you want, so I'm gonna have to get back to bed."
"Fine, fine. But Josie, make me a promise."
"What Sam?"
"Promise me you'll meet me at Le Café Americana tonight at 7. We really do need to talk."
"Fine Sam. Whatever you want. Now goodnight and goodbye."
"Goodbye until 7, right?"
"Right. Until 7."
With that Josie closed the door and I had no choice but to get back in my rent-a-car and rive aimlessly around Paris. Sam felt that, even if he and Josie weren't totally over, there were some things that they both needed to talk about- a few irreconcilable differences.