TEMPTRESS

XVI.

ANGÈLE JOSÉPHINE MONET LAURENT CHASTIN - TOULOUSE, FRANCE 1968

"Déjà de retour?" Adrien smirked, watching Julien strolling towards the table and took his seat next to Alexandre who was still munching on the fruits he harvested.

"We were saying while everyone was doing their own thing, we could drive up to the city and eat out there." Angele told her boyfriend who stole Adrien pack of cigarettes, taking one out for himself and handed the pack back to the owner who gave him his lighter in exchange.

"Yeah, I like that idea." Julien nodded, exhaling the smoke out.

"—And we were playing 'who said it'." Alexandre added with a sigh and a full mouth, annoyed that his favourite table game was interrupted.

Angele rolled her eyes at her twin. "Well, you never answered." She pointed out.

"It wasn't my turn, it was his." He pointed at his brother with his silver knife wrapped around his finger.

"Don't threaten me." Adrien chuckled.

"What was the quote?" Julien asked. He was starting to get good at this game, Angele even made him watch everything twice, so he'd remember things.

"You won't find another Chaplin, you won't find another Keaton, because the school is closed." Alexandre repeated. "No year."

Julien nodded slowly, not recognizing it. "Oh, yeah, easy. Jacques Tati." Adrien proudly answered.

"Chaplin or Keaton?" Angele asked her brother.

"What kind of a question is that?" Adrien guffawed. "They're so different. Chaplin was a better actor and better writer, but Keaton was better at the action, he went the extra mile, and he was better filmmaker. They're both equally as good. Plus they're friends. I'd never do that." Adrien finished off by tapping his cigarette in the ashtray at the center of the table.

"Fair enough." Angele let out a giggle, ruffling his brother's hair. "Okay, I'm going to get ready." She announced scooting her chair back and picking up the empty plates, bringing them back into the kitchen leaving the three boys outside.

She walked up the stairs, tying her blonde hair up into a bun so she could hop into the shower. "Sorry!" She exclaimed, not watching where she was going as she bumped into the guest.

"My bad." He laughed lowly, taking a few steps back. "Angele, so... Julien and I talked and I'm glad we chatted frankly. I couldn't sleep all night knowing what I did. I wanted to apologize again. What I did wasn't okay." He told her.

"It's okay. I promise." She smiled up at Ethan. "You didn't mean too." That was the worst part. He did mean too. He truly did like her as much as he regretted what he had done.

"Yeah, I know but I shouldn't have done something so stupid."