I Left My Heart In Paris

Chapter 16

In the early morning of the early spring, the moist wind swept gently, and came in from the broken glass window, squinting at everything, and quietly left. Light daylight also occupies every corner, giving the door a white color of dreams.

Camille was still in bed with her cat cuddling under the sheets with the cold breeze blowing on her face. She sighed in relief and picked up her phone to check some crucial messages. Her eyes twinkled when she saw a text message from Pierre that reads:

“Bonjour Camille. Es-tu réveillé? Tu veux aller au picnic avec Gabriel et moi devant la Tour Eiffel aujourd'hui?" He offered as she was reading the text he sent to her an hour ago.

She grinned while holding onto her phone beaming. She dialled Pierre’s number and he picked up at the third ring. “Allô?” He answered the phone politely.  “Salut, Pierre. C’est Camille. Je vois ton message juste maintenant. Do you wanna go on a picnic with me?” she asked through the line wondering.

“Salut, Camille. Sure, I'll come over to your place in a few minutes.” he added courteously.

“Great. I’ll see you there.” She hung up the call and began to get ready. She threw her phone next to her pillow and got up from the bed. Camille brushed her teeth and got dressed in a red floral dress. She applied some red lipstick and put her hair into a ponytail. She went into her tiny kitchen and grabbed a cheese board and some snacks from the cupboard. Then she sauntered to her mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of orange juice and a number of dixie cups from the top shelves.

Camille gathered the things she assembled on the counter and regarded the snacks that she wanted to bring to the picnic. “That’s about it.” she whispered softly. As she was in the process of getting a few more snacks out from the cupboard, there was a knock on the door. Belle got down from the bed and walked to the door perplexed. Camille rushed to the front door and answered the door at the same time. She flung the door open, and there stood Pierre and Gabriel at the doorstep each holding some food in their hands.

“Salut les gars, comment ça va?" she asked as they greeted each other with kisses on cheeks. "Ça va bien merci, et toi? Tu vas bien?” Pierre asked as he gave Camille a hug. “Tout va bien, comme d’habitude.” she smiled as she let them into her little apartment.

“Oh, you brought more food. Great.” she beamed looking at the food in their hands. “Yeah, and we also brought a picnic basket in case you needed it.” Gabriel said as he handed her the picnic basket. “Awesome, just what I needed.” she replied nicely.

Camille went back to the kitchen and set the food she gathered into the picnic basket cautiously. “There, that should do it. On y va?” she said, taking the heavy picnic basket from the counter and walked towards it. “Mon dieu, ce panier est tellement lourd.” she mentioned as she held onto the hefty basket in her hands vigorously.

“Tu as besoin d’aide?” Pierre proposed taking the huge basket from Camille's hands lightly. “Oh, c’est mieux, Merci Pierre.” She thanked him and took the food from his hands. Camille walked out of the door and waited for them.

“Tu viens, les gars?” she asked, turning to them in an instant. “Venaient.” Gabriel replied walking towards the door with Pierre. He turned to Pierre and back to Camille. “Quoi?” He asked, looking at him perplexed. “Je réalise qu'elle est tellement petite pour une meuf.”

“Pourquoi? Elle tu l'aimes? Je te connais toute ma vie.” Gabriel smirked walking after Camille down the staircase.

Pierre walked out of the door and shut the door behind him. He furrowed his eyebrows and mocked Gabriel’s words. “Elle tu l’aimes? Blah, blah, blah…” he said in a mocking voice. “Mec, je t'entends.” he called from downstairs.