Le ciel est bleu

Chapter 6

Rebecca approached Timothée with a smile.

"Hey Tim, I don't see your girlfriend here?"

"Oh, well, she went to fix her makeup and all. You know how it is?"

"Yeah, I do. So how are things with you and her?"

"Fantastic, we've been together five months and I already know she's the one. In fact, I knew it the first time I saw her, it was in a cafe in December. And how are you?"

"I'm fine. Do you remember back when we used to jam to my music in your living room? And Kev used to be so mad but later he would join us and we'd be like three's company?"

"Yeah, I do. And I remember that origami rings you used to make and-"

Rebecca leaned in and kissed Timothée. He pulled away, clearly surprised and uncomfortable. Appalled, he looked at her and she answered of her misconduct as guilt wore her face.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that, but when you mentioned us and I just remembered it. I'm sorry."

"Well, I don't know what to say, I just didn't expect it!" He replied to her dumbfounded.

Without saying anything else, he walked away to find Floret in the restroom, finding her fixing her earring.

"Tim, what're you doing here? You're not supposed to be here?"

"I know, I think we should go back to Syfel. Come on and I'll introduce you to my parents tomorrow." He clearly didn't think this through, he just wanted to forget about that kiss with Rebecca as soon as he could and thought of everything he could do that'd help it.

"But Tim, we just got here an hour ago. I don't understand what's the hurry!"

Sitting in the passenger seat of the car, Floret stared out the window. Timothée kept his eyes on the road and his hands tight on the steering wheel.

"Okay, I know you're not in the mood to talk and I know you won't tell me what happened but please just say something. We can't just not talk the whole ride to the inn." Floret pleaded with him.

"Oh, C'mon, I thought you having a good time." She added.

"I did, I did have a good time. Let's just forget about this."

"I must confess to you, when I saw Becki hugging you and when you danced with her, I felt a little jealous. But what do I have to worry about, she never stood a chance in front of me." She asserted and squeezed his hand tight.

He felt a surge of culpability. He realized she was being witty as always but the irony in her statement really hit him inside.

Floret connected her iPod to the car stereo and played the accordion as she wanted to make Timothée feel better.

"Oh, it's soothing and so beautiful just like you." He commented on her appearance. "I didn't say it earlier but you look stunning in that dress and tonight you were the most beautiful woman on the dance floor."

She blushed at his compliments and kissed him on the cheek.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Floret exclaimed as she saw the sign '24 Lovelain' and pointed her finger towards it.

"Let's go inside, c'mon."

Timothée let out a sigh and stepped out of his car. Without saying a word, he opened the car door for her.

"Very elegant of you."

"It's eight o'clock, why don't you hurry on what you have to do," he said feeling a bit hassled.