Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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It's packed, as usual! I'd already noticed that Tuesday was no longer the busiest day. Now it's Monday! It's as if nobody had to go to work. But hey, a good book can't hurt. The problem is that Dani isn't here yet. So I've got to deal with a trainee. According to her, he's just picking something up. That's a good sign.
I was afraid Angel hadn't released him and he was still in Italy. Although, in truth, it would have saved me from a very awkward discussion. I still don't know what to say. Should I start by making him laugh, with a good joke, or launch the subject directly? I don't want him to be angry with me. Even if he has every reason to be. He's still my boss and a very good friend. Let's face it.
Not many people would have come to Italy after I'd called them drunk. I don't know if I'd have done it for him. And yet... he didn't hesitate for a second. He's a good man! He didn't deserve to end up locked up in a cell, because of me. Not like Jena! She deserved it, after getting us into so much trouble. By the way, it would be wise to check that she arrived at my mother's in one piece.
All I know is that Sophia bailed her out and took her to the airport. After that, I don't know what happened to her. She might be able to get on another plane and visit Hawaii. But if she had, my mother would have left me a hundred missed calls by now. No, she's fine! I know nothing's happened to her.
Still, my instincts won't leave me alone. So, as soon as I can, I hand over the store to the trainee and get out. There's no quiet room here, so I have to get out of the bookshop. Fortunately, the weather is finally cooperating and the rain has stopped. About time! I prefer this clear sky! Paris is more beautiful this way!
That's what immediately appealed to me here: this magnificent landscape. We often came here when I was little. Jena wasn't born yet. My father loved coming here on vacation. It was his haven. When he died, I told myself I'd come here to study. So that every time I looked up at the sky, I'd feel it close to me. I got my love of art from him. He always had a pencil in his hand. No paint, no brush...just a pencil!
"You can do a lot with just a pencil". He kept repeating this, smiling. And he could sit on his little balcony and not move, until he drew the perfect landscape on a piece of paper. Paris was his inspiration. I wish it were mine too!
But, as usual, I never have time to admire it. Problems are always at my heels. I can see Dani crossing the road and coming towards me. Probably because you're blocking the entrance, miss! But even when I shift, he keeps coming in my direction. Damn! You can see my discomfort on my face and he seems amused.
At least he doesn't look angry. That's something! Maybe it has something to do with his very casual outfit.
"Hi there," he says as he joins me.
"Hi..."
I don't really know what to say. I've even lost the good joke I was saving to soothe the atmosphere. No more plan B! We've got to stop running away and tackle the subject. But when I finally decide to talk to him, he cuts me off.
