I Left My Heart In Paris

Chapter 10

“Bonjour Monsieur! Je peux avoir un billet pour Champs-Elysées s’il vous plaît?" she asked respectfully to the booking clerk.

“Bonjour. Ah oui! Bien sur…” the man replied with a huge smile on his face and grabbed the ticket from the machine then handed it to Camille generously.

“Merci monsieur, alors combien ça coûte?" she questioned as she pulled her purse out from her bag naturally.

“Ok, ce sera 12 euros s’il vous plaît." the man answered well-mannered.

Camille took out the exact amount of money from her purse and provided it to the man. He kindly accepted and smiled. She got her ticket and walked energetically through the ticket aisle.

She quickly walked down the steps of the subway and passed the bustling crowds of people. Then she heard an announcement coming from the PA system.

“Le TGV 8330 en provenance de Paris Montparnasse et à destination de Tours  va entrer en gare voie 6. Il dessert les gares de Charles De Gaulle- Etoile Champs-Elysées, et Tours, son terminus. Les réservations sont obligatoires dans ce train. Nous vous rappelons que désormais, l'étiquetage des bagages est obligatoire. Pour votre sécurité, éloignez-vous de la bordure de quai. Merci.”

The TGV coming from Paris Montparnasse and going to Tours is going to enter track 6. It stops at the stations of Charles De Gauelle - Etoile Champs-Elysees and Tours, it’s final stop. Bookings are needed for this train. We would like to remind you that from now on, writing your name on your luggage is compulsory. For your security, please stay away from the edge of the platform. Thank you.”

She stood and waited patiently for the train to arrive at the platform. Many of the crowd arrive at the platform. Many of the crowd gathered at the platform meekly as they waited for the train to arrive. A few minutes later, the train arrived and began to decelerate on the tracks rapidly.

The vehicle finally came to a halt and everybody dashed into the train in one smooth second. Leaving Camille shocked in astonishment. As everybody had settled on the train, she finally got to board the train serenely.

Camille sat next to a lady who was reading a book entitled: Anna and the French Kiss. Beside her was a little Frenchie looking straight up at her in a friendly way.

She looked down at the puppy and grinned softly as well as looking away vehemently.

After a few stations mentioned, it’s finally her stop. “Prochaine station… Champs-Elysées. Prochaine station… Champs-Elysées.” the intercom mentioned purposely.

Camille heard her station being mentioned and got up waiting for the train to halt on the tracks courageously. A few minutes later, the doors of the train swiftly wide open. She got her belongings and left the train merrily. As she was on her way to the exit, she saw a French couple making out in the middle of the swarming crowd at the center of the train station. She made a sickening expression and swiftly walked up the stairs of the metro hastily. She breathed and managed to get to the top of the stairs wearily and enthusiastically at the same time. A smile formed into her lips as she softly mumbled “I can’t believe I made it to Champs-Elysees, all by myself. It’s insane.” she exclaimed looking at the Arc De Triomphe that was proudly situated in the center of Champs-Elysees.

She started off her day by crossing the road to the other side to get to the Louis Vuitton outlet briskly. As she made it to the front entrance, a slim towering man stopped her in her tracks politely. "Désolée ma chérie, mais ce magasin est seulement pour les personnes célèbres.” He said, strongly placing his palm against her forehead.

“Je suis désolé monsieur, j'étais seulement regarder en dehors de la vitrine. Je sais que la marque était vraiment chère. Et en fait je n’ai pas beaucoup d’argent pour acheter un nouveau sac à main pour ma mère.” she explained genuinely.

“Très bien. Et encore pardonne-moi.” he apologized entering back into the store and getting back to work.

As the man disappeared in the store, she sauntered to a Lebanese restaurant near Champs-Elysees. She stopped in her tracks in front of Le Village, a tiny kebab place she found in the streets and entered the restaurant nonchalantly. She got in line and waited persistently for her turn to order.

A few minutes later, the line shifted and it was eventually her turn. “Bonjour, pouvez-vous m’aider?” he asked in a thick French accent.

“Salut. Je peux avoir un kebab de mouton avec un Fanta d'orange s’il vous plaît?"

“Ok, rien d’autre?” the man questioned getting her food ready in a jiffy.

“Non… ça y est pour le moment.” she grinned softly as she paid the man eagerly.

“D’accord, ce sera 13 euros s'il vous plaît.” The man said beaming behind the counter.

She gladly gave the man the amount of money and walked sluggishly to an empty table and sat there waiting for the meal to be sent to her table.

“J’ai la dalle… Ou doit-on manger?” Gabriel asked, rubbing his stomach in starvation.

“Tu veux des kebabs pour déjeuner?" Pierre questioned checking on his phone directly.

“Ouais, on y va.” Gabriel grinned as he started walking in the restaurant steadily.

They both entered the restaurant and began to order. “Pierre tu veux quoi?” Gabriel queried, staring at the menu deeply. “Je prends un kebab mouton avec de la sauce tomate et des frites.” He requested easily. “D’accord. Je prends la même chose.” he smiled as he began to pay the man.

Pierre went to sit at the corner of the restaurant while waiting for Gabriel to come back. He was preoccupied scrolling through his feed when he saw Marine with another man on her new post. He sighed and decided to unfollow her. He went to her page and clicked the unfollow button.

At the edge of the restaurant, he suddenly laid eyes on a young woman with dark hair eating alone at the booth behind him. He stared at her for a few minutes and saw him staring, Pierre quickly looked away and pretended she never saw him. When she looked away, he continued setting his eyes on her secretly. He was so caught up with gazing on the woman he didn’t realize Gabriel was there the whole time. “Mec!” Gabriel yelled as he scared him horrifyingly. “Ah, putain. Tu peurs moi…” he shouted terrifyingly.

“Es-tu regarder ce meuf là-bas? Elle est très jolie…” he smirked teasingly.

“Hein, t’es sérieux? Bah non…” he replied, taking a sip of his coke thirstly.

“N’importe quoi.” he said, taking a bite of his sandwich with enthusiasm.

As Gabriel was busy devouring his food, Pierre took another glance behind him to see if the girl was still there. Unfortunately, she already left while they were fighting. Pierre frowned and turned back around and continued consuming his lunch silently.