˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ ━ ☐ The serenpidity is the ability to make an unexpected discovery by chance. The serendipitist is the person who knows how to take advantage of unforeseen circumstances and, above all, does not allow chance to dominate them.
France, 1963...
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:; Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you. - elvis presley 🪄
Descamps Residence, 5:50 PM
The next day, she made her way to the address he had given her. Upon arriving at the house, she looked around with curiosity. The residence was modest but charming, well-maintained despite some signs of aging.
Compared to the luxurious Montclair estate, it was much more modest, but exuded a warmth and authenticity.
She approached the front door and knocked. After a few moments, the door opened, revealing Joseph standing there, a smirk on his lips.
"Wouldn't happen to be the princess of Montclair, would you ?" he said mockingly, standing in the doorway. She raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I see you haven't lost your knack for sarcastic remarks," she replied with a hint of amusement in her voice.
He gestured for her to come in. "Come on in, princess."
She stepped inside, surveying the surroundings with interest. Though different from what she was used to, she strangely felt at ease in this environment.
"You know you could do without those ridiculous nicknames," she said, suppressing a sigh.
"But where's the fun in that ?" he retorted.
Joseph closed the door behind her and led her to the room where they would be working. She followed suit, letting her eyes briefly roam over the interior of the house. The place was simple but welcoming, with comfortable furniture and subtle decorations.
"Take a seat," he said, indicating a chair near a large table. She sat down, placing her bag beside her, and took out her notebook.
"So, where should we start ?" she asked, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the fact that she was in his home.
"Pff, we have all the time in the world for that. Why not enjoy the present moment ?" he asked, rolling his eyes as he twirled his pen between his fingers, sitting beside her.
Lily-Rose furrowed her brow, annoyed by his attitude. "Because this presentation is an evaluation."
"You take everything too seriously, princess. Come on, relax a little."
She sighed. Did he really expect things to move forward without doing anything ?
"Oh, but where did your sense of humor go ?" Then, before she could respond, he added, "Well, fine. I suppose I could try to focus a bit. But only if you promise to smile a little more."
She raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "You're impossible." Yet, despite her annoyance, she couldn't help but smile slightly.
"After all, it's not like I need good grades to impress anyone," he continued. Lily-Rose looked at him with frustration, wondering how she was going to manage working with someone like him.
Then she sighed as she watched him lay his head on the table as if he were about to fall asleep. She knew he was just trying to tease her, but it didn't make the situation any less frustrating.
"Are your parents home ?"
He lifted his head, a sardonic smile on his lips. "My mom is working."
He paused, letting a heavy silence hang before adding, "My dad is... He's not here."
Lily-Rose bit her lower lip, hesitating to delve further. She didn't know what Joseph was implying, but something in his tone suggested there was more to this story than he was letting on.
She then changed the subject. "Let's talk about this presentation instead. Do you have any ideas on how we could start ?"
He nodded, grateful for the change of subject. Perhaps, despite their differences, they could still work together.
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Descamps Residence, 6:49 PM
"To conclude, we can say that in a world where conformity reigns, Elvis Presley dares to be different. He raises his unique voice, shakes his hips with unrestrained freedom, and captivates the world with his unmatched charisma," she wrote.
Then she gathered her things, avoiding Joseph's gaze as she packed her books into her bag. She could feel his eyes on her, scrutinizing every movement, every expression on her face.
For a moment, they both remained still, each absorbed in their own thoughts. "Thank you for collaborating," she finally said, breaking the silence.
Joseph looked up at her, surprised by her sincere tone. He simply nodded in approval, unsure how to express the conflicting feelings swirling within him. He was disappointed that it was already over.
"You know, during our presentation, we could showcase one of his vinyl records. I have a few of them," he said, definitely looking for a way to make her stay a little longer, even just a little.
She nodded as they both headed towards an adjacent room, a tidy office with shelves filled with books and vinyl records. In one corner was a turntable.
Joseph scanned the shelves and gently grabbed a vinyl record. On the cover of the one he had chosen, Elvis Presley was depicted against a beach backdrop. "This one will do."
He carefully removed the record and placed it on the turntable, skillfully manipulating the controls. The first melodious notes of Can't Help Falling in Love filled the room.
Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you
Lily-Rose listened attentively, her eyes getting lost in the sweetness of the timeless song. He watched her face as she was carried away by the music, remaining silent himself, also absorbing each note with a particular intensity.
"So, princess, are you a fan of this kind of music ?" he asked with a mischievous smile, hoping to lighten the heavy atmosphere that had settled between them.
"Well, pirate, I must admit it's an interesting choice for a tough guy like you," she retorted. Their eyes briefly met, a glint of amusement in each other's eyes.
However, Joseph, ever quick to deflect emotion, quipped with a mocking laugh, "I guess your Guillaume must be a fan of this mushy stuff. He probably dances with you to this kind of song in front of the fireplace in his castle. Does it remind you of your romantic moments together ?"
She rolled her eyes. "Guillaume prefers classical music. And stop talking about him, okay ?"
For a brief moment, she had managed to forget about Guillaume's existence, and she hoped to prolong this respite.
"Alright, alright, princess," he said, raising his hands in surrender, taken aback by her categorical tone.
"I'd better head home," she finally said as the music came to an end.
