Art Deco - An Evan Peters Fanfiction

2 - Ephemeral

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[Celeste's POV]

The longer I stayed in Paris, the more I grew attached to it. Ever since day one up until my final day of the trip I had enjoyed every minute of it. The weather was amazing, even though it was fairly cold considering the fact it was mid spring, it didn't bother me.

I had explored so many breath-taking location of the city, some well-known some less well-known, but each being uniquely beautiful. The multiple cafe's I visited, the clothing shops I had spent quite a bit of money in, the museums, the nights I spent drinking, laughing and singing with people I didn't know very well, the tourist attractions, and that one man I had met way back on the first day on my museum tour.

Every single one of those things was perfect.

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But now I had to face reality and start packing my bags and get ready to leave for the airport in the next few hours. As soon as I woke up, I reluctantly got out of bed, toom a shower, got dressed, did my makeup, checked my phone. A notification popped up.

messages (1) new message from Evan

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It was the guy I had met at the museum. 

After the tour he asked for my phone number and said that he really enjoyed talking to me, and that we should hang out again sometime as he would be leaving France soon. For the next few days after that encounter, we got coffee together as we walked through the park I had stumbled into initially on my stay here in Paris.

I had gotten to know him fairly well as he got to know me. He had told me that he lived in California and came here on a break from his job, though he had never prefaced his job to me, I never felt the need to ask in case he wanted to keep it a secret. He also told me that he always was intrigued by art but never knew where to start learning about it.

I told him that I lived back in London and that my friend had convinced me to take a break from my job, which I told him was a tour guide at the National Gallery. I had told him about how I had always loved art ever since I was four to be exact and that I always wanted to be an artist but that I was rejected from an art school so I ended up taking art history in college.

Evan was quite a quiet person, he always spoke in a soft tone, never really liked super crowded places (I mean who really does), and it also seemed to distance himself from everyone. But this didn't bother me one bit, after all I myself was also quite introverted.

I enjoyed spending time with Evan, but a part of me knew it wouldn't last long. After all, he did live in America and I lived in England. It's not like I was in love with him or something, but I somewhat grew attached to him. There was something about him that made him so interesting.

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I drifted away from my thoughts and went to open up what he had texted me.

Hey! I was just wondering if you were free this morning so maybe we could grab a coffee or something since I know today is your last day here??

 A smile had grown on my face, he had remembered it was my last day today. I quickly answered him saying that I was free and to meet at the café beside the park in thirty minutes.

I finished getting ready and packing everything up and went down to the information desk to check out of the hotel. From there it was a fifteen minute walk to the café. I put on my headphones, turned on one of my playlists and started walking.

[3rd person POV]

As soon as Celeste walked into the café she noticed the brunette sitting down at a table by himself and what looked to be him making a phone call. 

Celeste didn't want to interrupt him so she went to order herself and Evan what they'd get usually. She would normally get a mocha, while Evan would enjoy just a plain coffee with butter in it. Celeste didn't really understand the appeal of putting butter into coffee, but Evan was Evan.

When it looked like Evan had finished his phone call Celeste starting making her way to the table he was at.

"Oh hi Celeste ! Didn't see you there, I'm sorry if I kept you waiting, I just had to take a call for work since I have my flight back home tomorrow." He said as Celeste steadily sat down handing him his coffee, he thanked her as they both started to talk about whatever topics came up.

"Also thanks Evan, you've really made my trip better. I've enjoyed hanging out with you a lot. God, I'll probably never see you again since you know, I live in London and you live all the way in Los Angeles. I'll still keep in contact with you don't worry, " she said as she looked straight into his breath-taking jet black eyes.

They stayed like that for what felt like centuries. This was another one of those moments Celeste would have painted over and over again.

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Before they knew it, it was time for Celeste to get a taxi to the airport. The pair stepped out of the café and waited for the cab celeste had called moments before to get here. In just a few minutes a cab parked itself outside the café. Evan and Celeste exchanged their goodbye's and hugged, promising to keep in touch with each other. Celeste put her suitcase in the back as she scooted herself into the cab. 

The cab driver started the car up and before Celeste knew it she was making her way to the airport. She spent the last few seconds staring at Evan making sure never to break eye contact until he was out of sight. Celeste sighed as she sat back and tried to relax her mind and make herself try forget about Evan for a bit and the thought that she'd never see him again. Celeste stared out the window looking up into the morning sky just like she did on her first day in Paris, admiring it's beauty.

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Unknown to them at the time, this wasn't the last time they would see each other. In fact, this would be one of many.