I was busy with the boy, still wondering how he knew my name. I had never seen him before, but he knew what my name was. I spent the next few days looking out for him, but he never came to the café again.
One fine day I was sitting in the café, relaxed and calm, redrawing my drawings from new because Ines had destroyed them.
There she came with three other people, one had red short hair, brown eyes and black clothes. Another had long curly black hair, hazel eyes, slightly darker skin, and she looked Latin American. She wore a beige suit, a white blouse, a snow-white bag, white sneakers and beautiful gold earrings. The black hair band perfectly accentuated her red short hair and the pitch black nickel glasses decorated on the sides with emeralds marked her emerald green eyes very well. The redhead wore a dark red dress, a black jacket and black-red stilettos heels adorned with rubies, and many accessories.
I deeply hoped that they would sit somewhere else, but unfortunately, they didn't. At first, I pretended to be so absorbed in my work that I didn't notice them. Didn't help at all. Ines still started to speak: "Hey Eleonore, I see you're drawing?" I tried to be nice, "Yes, I do." "These are my friends Loui Sylvain, Carmen and Rubin." "Aha great, and what do you want from me?" "Well we know you draw very beautifully, you also go to the best art university here in Paris. We...well I wanted to ask you if you wanted to have a coffee with us, and only if you want you can come with us too, we're going to Parc Monceau today. As an apology for your ruined drawings," Ines was literally beaming with happiness. I saw how happy she was to invite me, I couldn't refuse her for better or worse, so I accepted. Ines was very happy, the others rather less so, because when she left briefly to buy coffee.
Her friends, I guessed they were, stared at me with a death stare, the kind of stare that if looks could kill, I would be dead. I mean I didn't look beautiful that day either, I was wearing black clothes and that was sweatpants, a t-shirt, sneakers and a jacket. I thought maybe that was the reason, but no, I was wrong. The guy spoke, his name was Loui Sylvian, "What's your name?" "My name is Eleonore," I said bluntly and annoyed. I didn't really like people in general, most of them I couldn't even stand, and at first they all belonged to these people. Loui smiled kindly. I just looked at him annoyed.
Rubin, the redhead, looked at me kindly, she had a soft slightly higher voice, and she had a rather childish demeanour: "Oh! Why are you so annoyed? It's such a beautiful sunny day, don't you think?" Ines came back with the coffee mugs.
They talked mostly and I pretended to listen.
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