Lou Moreau, the beautiful independent woman who is fond of literature breaks up with his loyal perfect lover, Paul Durand, the heir of one of the most influential companies in Paris yet has dark side.
As Lou tries to escape from her break-up, she go...
It was his breath that made me warm It was his touch that made me warm It was his lips that made me warm And it was his eyes that made me burn
Lou and the man in white collar were in the same taxi. Thirty minutes had been spent without any conversations where only silence remained. The man in white collar kept being busy reading a document from his iPad.
Riding the same car Sitting on the same seat Breathing the same air but different state of mind.
The man's phone rang showing a message and he accidentally said, "Bloody hell," as he locked his phone and suddenly realized there was Lou staring at him with perplexed look.
"What happened?" asked Lou as she tried to engage conversation.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be mean to you, I'm having trouble with my friends for our upcoming competition but they cancelled the meeting instead," explained the man in white collar as he sighed. "Sir, drive this lady home first and to my place after that," added him to the taxi driver.
"Your request is in order, sir." answered the taxi driver.
Lou kept staring at him confusingly. She felt this man never gave her a chance to speak but Lou tried to understand, perhaps he's having bad state of mind.
The taxi had arrived in front of Lou's place. The ambience was very quiet, either outside or the inside of the taxi. When she tried to give the money to the taxi driver, the man in white collar nudged her hand away softly with his left hand.
"It's on me, I insist. Thank you so much," said the man in white collar as he kept his hand touching his Lou's hand.
"I can't. Please, we may split the bill if you want to," denied Lou as she kept giving her money to the taxi driver. "Here you go, sir," Lou gave it and walked out of the taxi.
"Thank you, young lady," answered the taxi driver.
"You're welcome," answered Lou as her head bowing from the opened door she came out from.
"Nice to meet you. Good luck with your upcoming competition," added Lou to the man in white collar as she closed the door and smiled.
The man in white collar didn't say a word because Lou had walked away after she closed the door. Lou walked approaching her house and had a thought about him, she turned her head back and saw the taxi had been going for four meters from her house.
"Even if we're close, he is still mysterious to me."
***
Lou went to Mrs. Smith's room and talked about the project that Mrs. Smith offered. Mrs. Smith wanted Lou to write a very spectacular poem for Mrs. Smith's art exhibition in The Museum of Fine Arts in Boston.
"So, what do you think about it?" asked Mrs. Smith as she took her Starbucks cup.
"That sounds exciting. It'd be an honor to me indeed." answered Lou as she smiled.
"I definitely will evaluate the poems that you've written and pick the best one, you only need to submit one poetry that sincerely comes out from your heart every week," explained Mrs. Smith and she took a gulp of coffee from the cup. "I'm expecting something from you, Lou. You're a very good writer."
Lou smiled and agreed to Mrs. Smith's offer. She left the room and decided to go to Arnold Arboretum. She needed fresh air, thus she could write. As she had arrived in the park, Lou immediately went to her favorite spot in Arnold Arboretum, under the big tall tree that let the sun illuminated from the gaps of the leaves. When Lou was about to sit on her favorite spot, she noticed a man was reading a book. A book that was very familiar to her, "The Tempest".
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