Shot of Espresso [slow updates]

six- sightseeing

Kimora's POV

It's Saturday morning and the sun is still sleeping. Today is one of the calmest days in the week for me. I try to take advantage of the quiet and embrace the warm feeling from my cup of coffee. I clear my throat and mutter a good morning to Kheumani and Tiana, who are tiredly walking to the table. I was in a good mood when I woke up and made us all a French breakfast consisting of croissants, crepes, fresh strawberries and blueberries, and warm cappuccinos.

"You're a Godsend, Kimora," Kheumani says.

They dig into the assortments of fruit and we talk for a bit before the sun begins to rise.

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We're standing in the lobby of our apartment building waiting for the boys to pick us up. We are going to get some lunch and sightsee. Jacques and I are going on our date later today and I'm excited and nervous. I was rummaging through my closet all night trying to find a cute outfit for tonight. I settled on a burnt orange long-sleeved bodycon dress that I bought off of Instagram, it's thick and has a mid-thigh slit. I'd pair it with my platform converse and my beige puffer. For today's activities, we decided to match our outfits; we're wearing black bodysuits with platform converses and cropped jackets. I spot the guys and tap Kheumani and Tiana.

"Hey," we greet each other.

"So where are we going to eat?" Tiana asks.

"There's this French restaurant that serves amazing oysters and coq au vin." Alejandro replies.

My mouth water as I think of what we're gonna eat. I look over and see Kheumani lick her lips.

I laugh in my head and wonder if it was because of the food or Alejandro.

I look to my side to see Jacques looking at me. My breath hitches as I get lost in his green eyes. I nervously smile at him and ask how his week was.

"It was good, mon cherie. It's better now that I am spending time with you."

"Mmm. So what are we doing to do tonight?" I ask.

"It's a surprise," Jacques teases.

I groan. I hate surprises, but I guess I'll have to deal with it today.

We walk into the French restaurant and Henri goes up to the desk.

"Nous avons une réservation," he says. (We have a reservation.)

"D'accord. Le nom?" the waiter asks. (Okay, the name?)

"C'est Montmarte." (It's Montmarte.)

"D'accord, une table pour six. Si vous voulez bien me suivre." (Okay, table for six. If you'll follow me.)

When we get to the table, Jacques, Henri, and Alejandro pull out the chairs for us.

"Merci." I whisper.

I look through the menu and can't seem to decide what to get. I lean over to ask Tiana what she's getting, only to see her and Henri deep in conversation. I lean further down to ask Kheumani and see her talking to Alejandro.

"Hey, Jacques." I whisper-yell to get his attention.

"Oui?"

"What should I get? I don't really like seafood."

" Mmm.. well the coq au vin is good. But I'd recommend the steak-frites."

"Okay, I'll get that. What are you getting?"