Life Makes Love Look Hard (Kaylor)

Chapter 4 (But on a Wednesday in a café...)

It’s amazing what a good breakfast will do. They’ve been sitting outside at Taylor’s favorite café for almost an hour now sipping water and eating the most delicious meal on the face of the earth.

“You were right about this place.”

“I’m always right about restaurants.” Karlie throws her head back laughing. She looks like a little kid. Happy.

“I don’t think I can argue with that.” The model takes another bite of her omelette, and she can’t help but stare.

Those green eyes are aglow with a light she’s never seen before.

When something brushes against her leg she almost squeals. She folds her legs as she sits in the chair, looking down only to see a dove beneath the table.

“Wow,” Karlie breathes, “I’ve never seen a dove this close before.”

“You’re not the one who just almost got pecked by one.”

“That must mean he likes you.”

“What if it’s a she.”

“Then I guess she likes you,” the dove flies away. “But we’ll never know now.”

She starts playing with her fork, swirling it around her plate. The french toast is absolutely delicious. Which makes sense because they’re in France. Did french toast even come from France or is it like french fries? She smiles at that, because she doesn’t really need to know the answer.

“What are you thinking about?”

Taylor looks up again, losing herself in those gorgeous eyes.

“Nothing important.”

“I doubt that’s true.”

“Not everything that goes through my head is important, you know.”

“Who knows, it could be your next hit single.”

“The difference between the origin of french fries and french toast could be my next single?”

Karlie throws her head back laughing again, and she can’t help but join. There’s something about the way Karlie laughs. It’s infectious in the best way possible.

“I can just hear the headlines now. ‘Taylor Swift stops writing about boyfriends and starts writing about food’.”

“What will the world say?”

“It would probably still get to number one on the charts.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that.”

“Don’t you remember that static from Canada?”

“That was Canada! They’re always doing crazy stuff like that.”

And when the bill comes Karlie goes to her purse, but she snatches it up before the model can reach it.

“Come on, Tay, let me at least pay for breakfast. This is our relaxing trip, remember? And so far you’ve paid for everything.”

“But I want to.”

“So do I.”

“Fine,” Taylor relinquishes the check, only because she doesn’t want Karlie asking to pay for dinner, which will be far more expensive than breakfast. It’s not that she doesn’t believe Karlie can’t make her own way, because that’s not the case at all.

All of this is supposed to be a gift. It’s supposed to be a relaxing vacation for her best friend, and especially relaxing vacations include not having to pay for anything.