The Fallen (gxg)

Chp. 3

"Breakfast for Room 305!" 

"Stay behind me!" A sleepy but alert Maverick protectively said.

Me and Amelie, who is casually sipping coffee, laughed at Maverick's sudden action.

"Mave, it's just the teenage boy. Relax." Amelie ruffled Maverick's bed hair and went to open the door.

"Good morning! This is your breakfast. Consume it while it's hot!" The boy shouted and immediately disappeared from our view.

Amelie closed the door and placed the bag on the small table. 

"That smells good." We inhaled the smell from the bag before eating the delicious breakfast they prepared. 

I didn't have a good sleep last night after what I have just witnessed upstairs. So, instead of staying here in our room all morning, my curious self went downstairs to have a talk with the teenager and to ask him about the person who rented the room upstairs yesterday.

"Sorry, but it's confidential." He apologetically smiled.

I arched my eyebrows at him. I smiled and lean closer to the desk, I pierced my eyes into his already scared ones and asked him what I need to know.

"Alright! The room is rented by someone named Camille Arsenault, a french woman who is staying here for vacation." He blankly said with his eyes still piercing on mine.

"Good. Thank you, kid." I released him and gracefully smiled.

He blinked his eyes a few times and shyly waved his hands. 

"What can I help you with, miss?" He awkwardly asked.

I smirked, "Where is the nearest library?" 

"Oh, the library! It's actually near here. Just take that way straight until you see a right turn, that must lead you to the local library." He kindly smiled.

I nodded and thanked him. I went upstairs and victoriously smirked at the piece of information I got.

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"Why do we have to be quiet when there's no one here aside from the three of us and that old librarian, who is giving me chills..." Maverick muttered her last words. That made me look at the old lady sitting behind the librarian's desk, looking at us intently.

"Have a heart, Mave. It's probably her first time to see visitors again." Amelie sadly said and sympathetically looked at the old lady.

I shook my head and continued to read the book I just found with the help of Maverick's wittiness.

"Apparently, there's no Camille Arsenault in here but there's a bunch of people with the same surname. Look." I passed the book in front of them. 

"You mentioned that she's from France?" Amelie asked while studying the names listed in the book.

"She's french but I am not sure if she really went here from France," I said with a thoughtful voice.

"Guys, check this out." Maverick cleared her throat.

"It looks like the Arsenault living here have the nationality of Americans but there's a French one..." Maverick passed the book back to me.

"But her name isn't Camille. It's Lucien." 

"What if that's not her real name? You know people these days..." Maverick said while examining the book.

"No, she's not faking. When I saw her in that room, she feels...real and pure. Like, there's nothing for her to hide..."