Chapter 3: Curious [P]
"Bonjour," Penny said smiling to the waiter. "Puis-je avoir un moyen de cafe, s'il vous plait?" she smiled as the waiter walked away, scribbling on a notepad. Penny did the same, writing about the beautiful Notre Dome she visited. Remembering every aspect of it that she could to describe how it looked.
Trying to bring her mind back to the work at hand, she flipped to a page that had the word CHARACTERS at the top. She looked around the cafe. Boy am I glad I sat outside, Penny thought. Today it seemed like just about everybody wanted to be outside.
She scanned the various patrons in the patio area for some inspiration for a character. A man in a business suit, vigorously typing on a laptop. Too nerdy, she thought to herself. There was a woman reading a newspaper next to her. Penny started to write but lost the thought and simply crossed it out. Trying to find someone who was actually of interest to her, Penny's eyes stopped on guy about her age she guessed. First thing she noticed were his eyes. They were a vibrant blue with a touch of green. The colors drew her into a near trance.
That is, until her coffee was sat in front of her. Penny, a bit startled, managed to say thank you and pay the waiter.
"Oui, mademoiselle," the waiter nodded and went back into the cafe. Penny sipped the coffee. It was the perfect temperature, but not sweet enough to her liking. She shrugged a bit and drank more anyway. Each time she went for a drink, her eyes lingered to that guy with memorable eyes. The colors reminded Penny of her home in Nagasaki. Her heart throbbed. She missed it a little. She wrote a note of the colors as a reminder and examined the guy with her eyes a bit more.
His jeans were a rough blue and he wore what seemed to be a black shirt. Penny didn't think black was the smartest thing to be wearing around Paris in the early summer. Especially the leather jacket, although it was attractive. His hair was short and a bit messy. The color was the same as hers: Chocolate brown, but his had numerous streaks of blond. Must've dyed it, Penny thought.
Go talk to him! The creative voice in her head roared at her, He's cute. She shook away the thought and closed her notebook.