Love at first flight

3; Brooke

Esmeralda's POV

When I wake up the sun is starting to rise and I can see the Eiffel tower. I'm glad this plane is finally landing because I don't want to faint again and I want to get as far away from Leo as I possibly can. I am so embarrassed about the whole dating app picture thing that I want to curl into a ball and hide in my apartment.

The plane slowly starts to land and I squeeze my eyes shut taking deep breaths. Landing is my least favorite part about flying. I can practically feel Leo watching me as the plane lands. The plane shakes from some wind and my hand moves over to grip his so hard I don't even have time to think before I do it. He doesn't say anything like I thought he would. Instead he just holds my han tightly as we land. Once the plane is safely on the ground and everyone starts to get out of their seats I look over at Leo.

"Um thanks." I say quietly still a little embarrassed.
"Your welcome." he says as he unbuckles his seat and stands up to grab his bag from the overhead compartments. I do the same and we end up walking off of the plane together.

"So what are you doing in Paris?" he asks me.
"I actually live here." I say as we walk off the plane, "how about you?"
"Oh I'm visiting my best friend he is getting married." he answers.
"My best friend's brother is getting married so looks like we both have a wedding to go to."

We walk through the airport together before doing our seperate ways.
"Well it was nice meeting you, maybe I will see you around." he says.
"Yeah maybe." I say, we look into each others eyes longer then I am comfortable with so I decide to do the smart thing and I turn on my heel walking away.

I walk down the the luggage claim and I grab my suitcase. Then I text brooke and walk to the exit where she said she was waiting. When I walk out of the exit I see her sitting on the hood of the car, eating a croissant and reading a recipe book.
Her hair that used to be long and dark had been cut short and dyed blonde. I almost don't recognize her at first, but when I see her big smile and her brown eyes I know that's my best friend. She runs over to me and hugs me tightly.

"Oh my God dude I missed you." she laughs as we walk over to her car.
"What the hell did you do to your hair?" I ask.
"Is it that bad?"
"No I think it looks great, but I was only gone a few months."
"Well in those few months a lot has changed." she says as we get into the car.
"Like what.. besides your hair?" I ask and she starts driving.
"Are you hungry? We can stop to get something on our way home." she dodges my question.
What isn't she telling me?

"Yeah sure I'm hungry now tell me what has changed."
She sighs and rolls her eyes,
"I'm seeing someone." she mumbles.
"Oh my God why didn't you tell me?" I yell with the biggest smile on my face.
"Because if I told you when you were in America you would have ve dropped everything and came home."
"Okay true." I admit.

"Who is he... Or she I don't judge."
She rolls her eyes with a small smile.
"HIS name is Edmund and he's a painter." she says.
"Oh a painter you say? What does he paint?"
"People"
"Uh huh and does he ever paint you?"
"I see where this is going Esme and I don't want you to finish."
"Does he ever paint you without your clothes on?" I tease.

"Oh my God you little bitch," she laughs and I can't help laughing with her, " and no he doesnt." she says still laughing as sh parks the car and we get out walking to a restaurant.

"I'm just saying it would be pretty cool if he did paint you." I say.
"His paintings take a long time to make and I am not sitting for hours and hours and hours so I can have my boyfriend look at me and put me on a canvas." she says and I roll my eyes playfully.

We walk into a restaurant we have been going to since we moved here and the smell of soup and fresh bread and other amazing food fills my nose. We sit down and order. I order the French onion soup with a glass of wine and brooke orders the steak frites with the same wine as mine.
While we are waiting for our food I tell her about the flight. She chokes on her wine with laughter.

"So you actually zoomed in on his.. You know and he was right next to you?"
"Yeah." I say embarrassed.
"Oh my God that is great I am going to write that down for your wedding." she laughs.
"There will be no wedding I am probably never going to see him again."
"That's what they all say." she says with another laugh and I can't help but ask myself
What if she's right?
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This chapter is by Jessiekiddpoo xx