I Left My Heart In Paris

Chapter 18

The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. Pierre is getting ready to take Camille out on a movie date at the theatre in Paris. 

"Eh bien, comment je ressemble?" He asked politely, showing his outfit truthfully to Gabriel. “Tu as l’air canon.” he replied looking up at him and back to his phone. “Tu vas où?" He wondered. “Je suis l'emmène Camille au cinéma.” He said as he grabbed his coat from the coat rack and headed out the door. “Salut.” 

Gabriel looked at the door and immediately dialled Hugo’s number. He picked up at the third ring. “Mec, il est parti. Viens chez nous. Maintenant.” he ordered as he hung up the call and waited for Hugo to come. 

Pierre walked to Camille’s door and knocked three times. She answered the door with a warm smile. Camille was wearing a black top with a pair of navy green pants. Her hair was put up in a ponytail and her lips were painted in red lip gloss. 

“Coucou Pierre.” she smiled as she kissed him on both sides of his cheeks lovingly. “Are you ready to go?” she asked, stepping out of the door and locking it. She glanced at Pierre and grinned. “Wow, tu as l’air canon. J’aime ton pull bleu.” she confessed walking down the stairs with him. 

“Sais-tu où tu m'emmènes?” she questioned turning to him. 

“Ouais. Avez-vous été au cinéma français?” he asked, walking down to his scooter in the corner of the streets. 

“Non, c’est ma première fois.” she said as she looked at the scooter demented. 

“Qu’est ce qui ne va pas?" he furrowed his eyebrows, smiling. 

“Rien mais je pensais que tu as conduis une voiture.” she said nervously. 

Pierre looked at his scooter and went back to her. "You know here in Paris, we drive scooters. Here…" he said, handing her a helmet for her to wear. Camille grinned and took the helmet then put it on her head. 

"Hang on tight, it's going to be a bumpy ride." he said as he drove rapidly to the streets enthusiastically. Camille screamed in eagerness and held onto his back meticulously.

They stopped at the traffic lights and Pierre turned his head back to her ecstatically. "Ça va?" he questioned looking at the rearview mirror. 

"I could've fallen." she chuckled, holding onto him tightly. 

"Yeah, next time, I'll go slow." he reminded her happily. "Merci Monsieur." she smiled enthusiastically.

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"Bonsoir, deux billets pour Belle de Jour s'il vous plaît?" Pierre asked the man politely. 

"Certainement Monsieur. Ce sera 14 euros s'il vous plaît." The man smiled courteously, getting the tickets from the ticket machine jubilantly. He happily gave two tickets to Pierre and beamed. "Profitez de votre film." he said nicely, waiting for some other people to come.

They walked into the movie room and went to their seats speedily. Once the room was packed with people, the movie room went dark in one split second. Belle de Jour was shown on the huge screen. Camille's eyes twinkled as a small smile crept onto her lips. She placed her hand on Pierre's knee and continued watching the film. 

Pierre noticed her hand on his knee and took it, giving it a gentle squeeze. She turned to him and gave him a small smile. Camille rested her head on his chest and grinned softly. Suddenly the screen showed a couple kissing passionately on the lips. They glanced at each other and grinned sweetly.