Day 5

I do not own anything

The café was not crowded, so Christine could find a good seat easily, a quite private table but they could also enjoy the nice view from the window.

Erik wanted a cup of tea for himself while Christine ordered a glass of orange juice. She also ordered two dishes of oat gruel and a basket of bread. And she laughed at Erik when he tried to steal some for the ducks liked he said.

" so, Erik, what do you draw?"

" hmm?"

" you know, what is your inspiration?"

" well, you see here, the thing is, every other artist is crazy about the peaceful of countrysides, while I like to drawn crossroads."

" crossroads?"

" yes, the crossroads. I love the noise, the sun, the wind… and all kinds of people you could meet at the crossroads, it is a wonderful feeling."

" yes, I can imagine it." Christine giggled. " you must let me see your works sometimes."

" I will." He smiled. " so, tell me, what do you do, my dear?"

" well, my job is a lot like a musician's work."

" oh, and you are the one who accusing me of making all those noises."

" no, no, you got me all wrong. I am a perfume maker, as an inventor, but I invent perfume, making a new scent or something like that..."

" perfume inventor, and it is related to a musician because…?"

" well, it is because of our work of course. We use the same code to describe our subject. Like a note of lavender, or an aria of cherry…"

" it is amazing…"

" well... I don't know, some find my job is quite boring…"

" well, I am not like everyone, I think your work is wonderful, imagine it, maybe some guy can seduce the girl of his dream thank to your perfume."

"although I only make perfume for women, your idea is wonderful, I will keep that in my mind, maybe I should start thinking about a kind of perfume for men. A note of pine or a canon of the gum tree. Sound good, and maybe, who knows, your idea may come true someday, maybe a guy would be able to seduce the girl of his dream and they would get married before the sunset." Christine giggled, he could be funny when he was not grumpy.

" marriage and sunset huh?" he laughed.

" yeah, it is every girls' dream. A perfect ceremony, a wonderful husband, and happy married life. And what makes a ceremony perfect? Sunset and beach."

"is your dream like that, too?" Erik asked, almost joking.

" I… don't know. I have never met anyone that feels special enough for me to consider marriage and kids." Christine blushed.

" what about that… what was his name? De Chagny? I don't remember but I think it was quite French-like."

" Raoul and I don't have that kind of relationship, he is just one of my best male friends," Christine said.

" he is a… nice young man, don't you think?"

" well, I can't say that we didn't try to date, but it just doesn't work, I know he hasn't given up yet, but… I just don't see him that way."

" I see." He said, then looked out the street. " it is a very nice sunny day, don't you think? Perfect day to go for a walk around the park…" He said without thinking, but then as soon as he said it, he regretted, 'what the hell are you thinking, Erik, just because she was a little bit nicer to you, doesn't mean she wanted to stay around you that much.'

" do you want to go?" Christine asked quickly. " I mean, you said it is a very nice day, it will be such a waste to spend it in our home. And you did steal some bread for those ducks, I think we should deliver those to them right away."

Erik looked surprised when she asked him about going on a walk with her, most of the others didn't want to have anything to do with him, they would try to stay away from him as far as possible. " well, I suppose, since we tried to steal those bread."

" yes, that is a good idea, I think you have been staying in for too long now, Mister." Christine teased.

" well, I have my reason…." He said, looked away. " if you have finished your breakfast, I think we should head to the park before it is noon."

" sure."

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" so, tell me, my dear, what do you do every evening since? Besides walking around your apartment that it." Erik asked her, while they were walking toward his car, they have decided to ride the car back to their apartment first before heading to the park near their home.

" oh god, you heard?"

" yes, remember our wall is not that thick, I can hear everything that happens over your home, it is a good thing if someone breaks into your apartment with a knife but it is a very bad idea when it comes to keeping a secret. Tell me, what have been keeping my favorite neighbor awake at night?"

" I am your only neighbor, Erik."

" potato, tomato."

" well, it is about... a Fortuneteller." Christine didn't know why, but she felt like she could tell Erik everything that was weighing her mind.

" yes?"

" she told me…"

" something?"

" well… she mentions something about the most important man in my life…"

" Ohh, I never thought you were that type of woman, well…"

" Hey, what's the meaning of that?"

" you know, the type that believes in everything someone told you…." Erik laughed.

" wha… you are making fun of me?"

" anyway. What's it about that man?"

" she said that I would meet him someday."

"Great, good for you. That is just what every girl wants, meet your ideal man somewhere on this not-so-big Earth."

" that is not the point. Can you please let me finish?"

" right, continue, please."

" she said that to me and the most important man in my life was currently living in a separate world. If I don't go on a journey, I will never be able to meet him."

"…." Erik stared at her for twenty seconds. " Christine, I know it is a bit rude but… can I laugh?"

" you can not."

" It is pretty funny…"

" I know, but…"

"And you lose your sleep because of the story some Fortuteller told you?"

"well, but…I don't know… I keep having this dream… in which I ran through a strange street…. I have never seen it my whole, and yet… it felt very familiar to me…. And she did tell me that my home country is not England…"

"… you did look a lot different from someone who was born in England you know…" Erik stopped. " that is settled then, I believe our ducks will have to wait a little longer for their meal."

"what do you mean?"

"I have a car and we have free time. How about we go and ask your Fortuteller about your dream?"

" but… I don't want to… bother you with such…"

" it is fine, consider it is something a friend and a neighbor would do for you."

" it is crazy."

" we will be there in one and haft an hour, or maybe two hours if the road was freezing, I don't see anything crazy there. We will be home by twilight and even if it is night, there are still two big shining crom ball on two sides of the car can help us… see, nothing will stand in our ways."

" can you stop mocking me, Mr. Reddington?"

" Miss Anderson, I can only promise you that I will try, but you can not expect me to do something impossible."

(TBC)