AN: See what I mean by infrequent. Anyway, sorry for going away for so long. The song is "Dites-moi" from South Pacific. Happy reading.
Dites-moi pourquoi la vie est belle.
Dites-moi pourquoi la vie est gai.
Dites-moi pourquoi, chère mademoiselle.
Est-ce que parce-que vous m'aimez?
It was that kind of day. The roofs and umbrellas were under rapid, unceasing fire from rain and Eames was besieged by her conscience. She had a choice to make, one that could affect the entire course of her life: cookie dough or mint chocolate.
Yep, getting dumped sucked. Having your partner trying to coax you away from your unnecessary personal day sucked harder.
"It's like Seattle out there."
"From where I'm standing, it's California." Eames arched an eyebrow.
"How does that work?" Goren arched back.
"The more you pretend you're not happy I'm here, the brighter the sun shines."