French Heartbreakers

Guess Who?

Mya's POV:
After I finished the shift, I checked my phone. I had one missed called from one of my best friends. As I waited at the bus stop, I called her back.

"Hey, Denise. How you doing, girl?" I happily answered the phone.
"I'm okay." Denise replied.

She didn't sound like herself. Almost as if she was depressed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I meet the finest man. We hung out for awhile. And all seemed to be going well. But after we had sex, he dumped me." Denise sadly explained.
"Oh no. I'm so sorry. Do you want me to come over?" I asked.
"I could use some company. I've been lonely lately." Denise mentioned.
"Speaking of company. I going to move to Miami in a week. But I won't be able to get into my new place until the week after. And I was wondering if I could stay with you a few days?" I asked in fear of her saying no.
"Okay, do you need help moving?" Denise offered.
"Girl, yes I do. You are such a life saver. Thank you. The bus just arrived. I gotta go. But I'll keep you posted." I replied in relief.
"Alright, get home safe. Bye, girl." Denise said and hung up the phone.

Boy, I am glad she said yes. On the ride home, I continued to think if I should call Larry or not.

Laurent's POV:
After I dropped mami off, I headed back to Miami. Once I made it to Wynwood, I saw a group of kids dancing in an alley. They had to be from ten to fifteen years old. They suddenly stopped dancing. I started to wonder why. So, I pulled over and walked over to the kids. All the kids looked at each other with sad expressions.

"Hey guys! Why did you stop dancing?" I asked.

One little boy came up to me and said,

"Oh my god. You're Laurent."
"That's right." I replied with a smile.
"Hey guys! It's Les Twins!" The little boy yelled as the other kids gathered around me.

I gave the kids hugs and autographs.

"Why you stop dancing?" I asked.
"Our music stopped." A little girl answered.
"If I play some music, will you guys keep dancing?" I asked.
"YEAH!!" The kids excitingly screamed.

I turned on my Beats Pill and played Panda by Desiigner. The kids started to nod their heads.

"Okay, listen up. Lets play dance tag. I'll go first." I announced.

As I danced, the kids created a circle with just enough space around me. When I stopped dancing, I tagged one of the kids and stepped out of the circle. As one of the little girls danced in the middle, I cheered her on. She was krumping the life out of the beat. I was so impressed. As the kids continued to dance, I heard a camera flash two times. I turned around and saw a chocolate belle with a camera.

"Don't just stand there. Do something." The woman said in a soft voice.

I gave her two poses. One of the poses I was greatly smiled. The other one I put up the Les Twins hand gestures in the air.

"Nice, I like that." The woman said with a bright smile.

I stepped closer to her and shook her hand.

"What's your name?" I asked not breaking eye contact.
"Fiona Braxton."

(Picture above: Fiona Braxton)

"I'm ..." I started to introduce myself and was interrupted by Fiona saying,
"I know who you are, Laurent Bourgeois."
"So, Fiona...do you work for a magazine company?" I asked.
"Actually no. I'm a photographer." Fiona replied.

Then she showed me the pictures she took. They were really good.

"Can you send me copies to my phone?" I asked.
"Sure." Fiona replied.

After we exchanged numbers, Fiona started taking pictures of the kids as they danced. Watching her interact with the kids made me believe she had an nurturing personality. Fiona took a selfie with me and all the kids. Once the kids left, I took the moment to ask Fiona out on a date. Fiona replied,

"Sure. On one condition."
"Name it." I said.
"I get to choose the place." Fiona replied.
"Deal." I said.

Fiona gave me directions on how to get to the destination. But she didn't tell me exactly where. We pulled up in front of a one floor building called "Now."

"What is this place?" I asked.
"It's an art gallery. Come on." Fiona proudly said.

We slowly walked through the gallery and observed the artwork on the walls. We turned a corner and I saw a familiar painting.

"I really like this one. Looks like Fifi B.'s work." I said as I glanced at a picture of a naked black woman sleeping under water.
"How can you tell?" Fiona asked.
"It's her style. It's undeniable." I replied.
"You're right. She does have an undeniable style that forces to be reckoned with." Fiona added.
"This reminds me of her older work. She had a painting called Murdered Love. My mami is a fan of Fifi B. And I bought it for my Mami's birthday." I explained.
"That's so sweet. You know, I could introduce you to Fifi." Fiona offered.
"Really? I would love to." I excitingly said.

Fiona put her hand out for me to shake and replied,

"Nice to meet you."
"Wait a minute? You're the Fifi B!" I questioned as I slowly shook her hand.
"The one and only," Fiona answered with a smile.
"I can't believe I'm hanging out with Fifi B. This is an interesting coincidence." I said.

When we left the gallery, I offered to take Fiona home. She gladly accepted. I mean who can no to my car. Once we arrived to Fiona's house, I said,

(Picture above: Fiona's house)

"You're home safe, belle."

She giggled and thanked me. I got out the car, walked around the car and opened the passenger side door. As we slowly walked to her house, I mentioned,

"This doesn't look like your kind of house."
"Well, the house originally belonged to my mama. She gave it to me when she moved to Atlanta." Fiona explained.
"Are you and your mami close?" I asked.
"How about we save that answer for a second date?" Fiona suggested with a smirk.

Why is this woman so smooth? I thought to myself.

"Okay." I agreed as I leaned in to kiss her lips.

She put her index finger to my lips and whispered,

"Later."

I nodded my head and told her goodnight. I didn't leave until I saw her close the front door. I sat in my car and saw I had three missed calls from Larry. As I left Fiona's house, I called Larry back.

Hey my lovely readers and writers. What do you think? I wonder why Larry called Laurent so many times. And what about Mya...will she call Larry? What's  going to happen between Fiona and Laurent? Vote, comment and share. Chapter 8 coming soon. Thank you