Michel & Josette

Chapter 25: Dance, Dance

Michel merrily skipped out of his apartment, incredibly jolly this late and beautiful evening. He spun and twirled about, getting odd stares from pedestrians of the glorious Paris, France. For some unfathomable, wondrous reason, Michel felt like dancing in glee. It was amazingly, but splendiferous strange!

Michel danced along the sidewalk of a street, easily weaving out of people's path and humming in a huge amount of happiness. In his head, he kept mentally telling himself that he would dance his way towards his wonderful Josette!

The young man found himself at a bakery.

There, he found his Josette!

She was in there buying a lot of goodies. A smile was playing on her lips and her eyes were twinkling happily.

Michel wasted no time in dancing into the bakery. He didn't care where he was and he didn't care who was in there. He opened his mouth and yelled out, "Josette!"

Josette jumped in shock and spun around, seeing Michel standing in the entrance. Immediately, annoyance covered her face and she placed her hands onto her hips, frowning.

"What is it this time, Maurice?" Josette demanded to know, a little fed up with him barging in and bothering her at every chance he got during the day.

Michel happily danced into the bakery, that huge smile never leaving his features. He stopped in front of Josette while everyone else in the bakery stared at them, watching them all nosey and whatnot.

"Hello, Josette!" Michel greeted her in elation. "Fancy seeing you here!"

"Stalking me again?" Josette breathed out, clearly still annoyed.

Michel fought to keep the smile on his face, pushing his annoyance aside. "Nope! I was just looking for you, not following you!" Michel elaborated cheerily. "For some odd reason, I felt like dancing today so I danced all the way here, to you!"

Josette noticed that Michel was smiling so wide that it looked like his face might rip in half. She got the image in her head and started snorting and snickering to herself, which caught Michel's attention.

"Is…there something wrong?" Michel questioned her nervously, unsure of what to think.

Josette waved a hand at him and laughed out loud, holding her stomach. "No, no!" she said in between her laughter. "Just keep smiling!"

Michel gave her an odd look. "Um…"

"Smile, Marty!" Josette ordered, pointing a finger at him. "Make me laugh some more!"

Michel stared at her for a very long moment before getting riled up, turning his hands into fists. "Is this a laughing matter to you?!" he cried out, obviously offended. "And my name is Michel!"

"Okay, Jordan." Josette said nonchalantly.

"Jordan? Really?"

"That's your name, isn't it?"

"It's Michel! MICHEL!"

"I thought it was Mandy?"

Michel introduced his face to his palm, groaning in despair. "You are unbelievable! Absolutely impossible!"

"What do you want?" Josette bluntly asked, wanting to know why he was there.

Michel seemed to calm down. "To see you."

"To see me?" Josette echoed.

"Yes," Michel allowed himself to smile genuinely at her. Then, with a smidge of hesitance, he offered her his hand.

Josette stared at his hand for a moment. "Excuse me?"

"Take my hand so we can dance!" Michel responded joyfully. "When I woke up this glorious morning, I knew I had to have a magnificent dance with you!"

Surprised and a little deterred, Josette looked around at all of the eyes that were watching them. She shrugged her shoulders and did not see any harm in dancing with Michel. Besides, she could make fun of him while they danced.

So, Josette put her hand in his.

Michel's smile widened.

"Let's get this over with. Shall we, Minute?" Josette questioned, grinning to herself in amusement.

"It's Michel." Michel retorted.

"Mike."

Michel sighed in irritation, but felt happy once they started dancing in the bakery, all eyes on them.