Please fasten your seatbelts as we arrive in our destination, landing should take place shortly. A voice calls from up above in both English and French.
Not at the same time though, thank the lord.
That would be extremely unhelpful to everyone.
"Adelaide." I whisper softly to the sleeping figure next to me
"Hey, Adelaide." I poke her with the back of my drawing pencil. "We're here."
She wakes up slowly, like a flower opening its petals after a cold frosty night.
I watch her sit up and rub her eyes like a child, I almost push a stray hair behind her ear.
But I don't, because I don't want to freak her out no no.
That would be just the worst.
She mumbles something small that sounds like the word "home" and a smile pokes at the corners of her mouth.
She blinks and looks up at me, while I fumble to put my drawing of her and the rest of my stuff away before she can see it, but it's too late.
"You... You draw me?" She raises her eyebrows and points at herself, almost as if I'm accusing her of something.
Well shoot. Now I must seem extra creepy. Creepy dude served with a double side of awkward mess.
My cheeks flush as I try to shove it in my bag but her hand reaches out to stop me and she takes the drawing.
"Sorry." I start. "I-I didn't mean to freak you out or anything, you were just so peaceful and I had to-"
"It's... Its magnifique!" She exclaims in wonder, pressing her fingertips to wear I drew the sunset in the window behind her. "You draw... Like an angel."
She beams at me. I can't help but beam back.
"You like it? I'm so happy, you can keep if you want I mean it is a picture of you and all, plus you know me carrying around a picture of you is kind of weird and stuff..." I scratch my head but I can't stop grinning
She likes it, she's beaming at me. What is this world.
"No no keep it." She hands the drawing back to me as we begin to start landing.
The plane tilts and she smiles at me before looking out the window at the city, covered in an early morning glow.
"Beautiful.." She murmurs.
I watch her
Paris could never beat the beauty I see in her.
"Hey... Uh Adelaide?"
She turns back to me
"Do you think uh... When we land and stuff, do you- would you I mean uh-"
"Breakfast?" She finishes my sentence with another award winning giggle. "I know perfect place." Her accent seems thicker and fuller as the plane begins to livin up with French conversation. "Yes Forrest, let's get breakfast together." She smiles at me.
"Yes let's." I say, kind of shocked by what just played out. "I'm starving."
Holy crap.
I'm going on a date.
I think,
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