French & Clutz

~l a s u c r e~

"So tell me about yourself." I start, opening a bag of pretzels.

Little fact about your friendly neighborhood Forrest: he loves pretzels.

Adelaide also opens a bag of pretzels, a bit more delicately than me, and nods.

"I was born in France, my mother Italian, my father French." She begins, placing her pretzel bag on the tray in front of her, and smoothing out her skirt.

"I have a brother, named Magnus. Strange name, I know." She giggles.

It's the cutest giggle I have ever heard.

I swear to you man, that giggle could win a prize or something. Giggle of the year, hands down.

"Wait, what did you say?" I interrupt, I must have zoned out when she giggled, because now it seems we are talking about... circus puppies?

She stops and looks at me for a moment, her eyes shine with amusement. I still can't believe she still wants to talk to me.

She raises an eyebrow. "I said, my mother... in circus." She struggles. "My father, business man. I live in apartment with my puppy named Auguste."

Dangit. No circus puppies.

I smile. "Circus? Man that sounds fun. I would make an excellent clown myself, don't you think?"

I wiggle my eyebrows.

She laughs.

The world turns into rainbows.

"Please, tell me about... you." She asks, gracefully wiping her mouth with the airplane napkin while I chomp on a pretzel with little to no grace. I am a mess.

"Well, I start college next month. This trip is kinda like my graduation present. Pretty sweet huh? I get to visit your beautiful city for a month. When I get back I head to university, I plan on studying history, specifically Russian. The Russians are fabulous humans beings. They also scare me... but eh." I shrug and pop another pretzel in my mouth.

The lovely Adelaide nods and pushes a strand of blonde hair from her face. "I study philosophy, I love it very much." She folds her hands in her lap and sits with the posture of a princess.

I suddenly realize that I'm staring and probably look really creepy and perverted.

Then again, have I even stopped staring at her since we met? She's breathtaking.

"Ph-philosophy?" I almost choke on a pretzel. "That's awesome! Good for you! Philosophy, gotta love it.... Woohoo." I ramble.

Forrest, mentally face palm yourself about 23 times right now. Because you, my friend sound like an idiot.

"Yes, I do love it." She smiles. "My father studied it too, he was very smart." She nods stiffly and looks down at her hands.

Huh. Weird.

"I honestly would get so confused if I studied philosophy. I am a simple minded creature, if you haven't noticed." I grimace.

Why the hell did I say that?!?!?

She giggles again. "No, you are not. Just funny. Its ok."

I sit back in my seat slowly and smile at her.

"Thanks."

I can't believe she thinks I'm funny.

This girl is something special,

I can feel it.

I also feel she might have her secrets, we all do.

But hers are nagging, and I know we just met,

Still I desperately want to know

What they are.

And how she can present herself

like a delicate flower.