The French Guy (One-Shot)

The Espresso Accident

"I am no use! I hate myself! I want to die! Oh my! I'm sorry! Pardon! Pardon Monsieur! Let me fix that for you... Here, have a tissue..."

My clumsiness is very...

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ASTOUNDING.

My espresso spilled the man's jacket.

I don't know what went on, but our meeting was quick.

"Tell me mademoiselle... S'il vous plait? I mean, please...? Just for my jacket... "

Okay... Since I couldn't resist this good-looking French guy with a very friendly french accent in front of me, let's tell him what caused my frenzy.

"I was in Villanova 3 days ago... It was a very fine day..."

I started.

"But I had troubles with my co-workers, again. They don't like me because of my attitude. I had the feeling that my boss sensed the glowing frustration in the office so he made me call for a leave. I must've spent a lot of time irritating my colleagues, Frankie..."

He nods.

"Three of my friends decided to take a break at the Oblivion Garden and forget anything that troubles us ..."

"C'mon! Girls! Lunch time!" shouts Idée, our ever-matured girl, in her leafy apron. Maybe that's one of the reasons why boys gathered around her. Do boys like matured girls? Humph! I don't care...This old book I'm reading is getting good.

I read the words:

"You must consider yourself lucky because you were not born on this age where war is out of control..."

"Gals!! Hurry! Or Idée will finish it all!" Elle teased.

Idée grunts softly.

Here comes the psychic. Well other than from being bubbly, everyone knows she is always right. Elle has the ability to perceive things that are beyond the range of human senses. What do you call that? Clairvoyance? Ugh. Idée's such a pig! But am not yet very hungry...

"Sissies...! We've cooked my spécialité!!!" It was Gail, the cook of the group, in her childish voice. The smell of seafood in bouillabaisse and pâté de foie gras caused my mouth to water. No wonder she owned several 5-star hotels and patisseries here in France but still...

"Cassandra...! Should I uproot you myself beside the tree you're sitting down there?" I groaned.

"Alright...!! OKAY!!!" I jumped, closed the old book, and headed my way to them. It's not because of Idée's warning. I am just undeniably pissed. But I'm feeling fine. You know why.

"Will you stop acting that you are annoyed? We all know that this place never gives us that. What is your problem?" Idée asked me in a light voice. You and your boyfriends, I thought.

"Cass, maybe you should stop playing hard to get, set a date and find a boyfriend." Elle and Gail said in unison. I'm shocked. Did Elle share her power to Gail?

You two rehearsed that, don't you??" They looked guilty.

"No. I had no problem. I was just in the middle of reading this very good book..."

I held the book up.

"But since you three were blabbering and whining about eating..."

I put the old book down.

"Well guess what? I now got a problem... but it felt like I have none... I don't know. Sometimes this place gives me creeps. Ha-ha-ha" I said while piling food on my plate.

"Cass...! Relax! Ha-ha. We only liked to hear your side but we never expect it to be a very long speech." She poured champagne into our glasses and offered a toast. "Here's to this creepy garden and Cass!" We laughed.