"Ma Chéri? Are you alright?"

She's the girl Lucio was warning about. Damn it! Should I be worried though? I understand that he said that she's an emotionless girl in an angel's disguise, but should I take that seriously? She's been laughing and smiling toward me for the past few minutes. If she was emotionless like Lucio said, she shouldn't be able to act so genuine.

"Lena? You're starting to worry me."

I looked up into her liquid gold eyes and seen the mixture of worry running through the light pools as the words swirled around my mind. She's worried about me?

I shake my head slightly and smiled toward the taller girl. "Everything's hunky-dory love! Just got caught within my thoughts for a moment there 'hats all. Sorry for making ya worried." She seemed fine with that answer and smiled lightly back. "That's quite alright Lena. Everyone loses themselves within their own mind from time to time." I nodded as the girl spoke. "Well if that ain't the gospel truth, than I wouldn't know what is."

After the finally word made it's way off my lips, a large Grandfather Clock had started to dig marking the time of 6:00 pm. I looked out the window surrounding the entry door to seen that the sun had begun to set. "Seems it's getting late darling. Want me to escort ya home?" I stood and held my arm out for Amélie to take which gave me the reward of a shimmering smile from her. "Oui. Merci, Lena." She stood and put her hand on the bend of my elbow. When our bodies connected I felt electricity take over my arm even if there was a jacket and a long sleeved shirt in between her hand and my skin. I could feel a light blush take over my face as we excited through the double doors.

It seemed that the temperature had dropped along with the sun as we started walking. I could tell by how Amélie had begun to shiver lightly beside me. "Ya cold love?" She shook her head from side to side but her chattering teeth had answered the truth for her. I chuckled lightly into my free hand before taking my arm back to slip off my varsity jacket and slipped it over her sleek form. The jacket stopped upon her midriff but the jacket itself was baggy against her form. I smiled at her as I watched a pink tint take over her cheeks and put my arm that she once held around her waist.

"Better?" She nodded and leaned against me while tugging on the collar of the jacket so it would be closer to her chest. "Again, thank you Lena.. But how do you do it?" I gave her a questionable look as we crossed the street. "What do you mean by 'hat love?" She looked at if she was deep in thought as she began to speak after a few moments of silence. "How can you be so nice to someone you just met not even a day in a world that is so cruel?"

Wow. How could she think that way? I understand that the world can be complete rubbish at times, but how could she think that no one can act nice like this? Doesn't she have guys doing this for her all the time? Unless they're complete jackoffs, I don't understand how she asked that.

"Seems to me darling that you haven't been around the right people. That, or no one around you knows how to treat a beautiful girl right." I winked her from the corner of my eye as she gave me a blank stare. After a few silent moments, a smile came over her face. "Maybe so. But you really are something rare. Une personne rare." I chuckled once again toward the girl. "Like I said before love, I don't speak much French. But your angelic voice is making everything sounds like a complement."

After that everything fell into silent smiles and constant giggles. Once we got close to her flat, we slowed down and she stepped in front of me. "Well, this is my door. Again, merci for today ma Chéri." She start to take off my jacket before I pull the collar together before she could slip it of her shoulders. "Keep it for now love." She gave me a questionable look for like the eighth time today. "What for?" I smiled as I looked into her eyes and stepped closer toward her. "It gives you a reason to see me again don't it?" She smiled slightly as she placed a hand upon my cheek. "Oh Lena, I would want to see you again even without your jacket being on my shoulders." She then placed her forehead against my own as she tilted her head down toward me. We inched closer toward each other till our noses touched.

We closed our eyes about the same time as I could feel her warm breath against my lips. I felt as if there was a fire in my belly as my grip on the rim of my jacket tightened.

"Hey Amélie! You're home!"

Bollocks!

Hey guys! Just wanted to say thanks for both of the reviews and thanks for the nice words people have sent me about this fanfict!

Translation:

personne rare- a rare person indeed

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