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...
Those eyes Those lips Those hands Those breaths Have actually been there since the beginning Where were I? He remained silent as the leaves fell on his shoes ''Drowned in your past until you forgot the present Until you forgot me,' answered him.
"Come with me. Leave your SUV here, we'll go with my car."
Paul took the passenger seat and Alex drove the car to somewhere which reminded Paul of his separation with Lou.
Somewhere very familiar, like Luxembourg.
"Why you brought me here, man? You're treating me like a girl, you silly." asked Paul as he followed Alex from behind.
"If you wish, I would." answered Alex as he turned his head to back to see Paul following behind.
Alex pulled over and he stopped at the huge tree then he sighed. Paul stood beside him and stared at his unexplainable look. Alex seemed having something that he couldn't bear all that time. Alex was known as the strongest person that Paul had ever known and Paul never saw him acting that way.
"What's up, man?" Paul frowned. "Is it about your thesis?"
Alex laughed then he smirked, "Screw the thesis. That's a piece of cake." He bragged then he sighed. "Back to the previous topic, do you regret for making out Mikaela? Aren't you?"
"Suddenly, I don't want to talk about my problem anymore. I've been being a coward all this time and I know it," answered Paul as he adjusted his back to lean against the tree. "You're right about my relationship, I'll try to talk to Lou again."
"That's Paul," Alex laughed as they both high-fived. "She will be back to you soon. Trust me. If you can't make it, I'll help you out."
"Don't try to be a hero when you're zero," Paul answered as he analyzed Alex's look. "You seem like your thesis is being declined, what's up?"
"They won't. My thesis is hella genius. And this is not about thesis," Alex smirked as he took a pebble and threw it away. He did it over and over again. "It's about a girl."
"Alex William Laurent, the most outstanding student in Harvard who soon will get his bachelor degree is now thinking about a girl," Paul laughed as he hit Alex with his elbow. "This is interesting, who's the lucky girl?"
Alex smirked and sighed, "I don't know."
"What do you mean?" Paul frowned. "You don't know her or you just have no idea why you're thinking about her?"
Alex pressed his lips as he took another pebble, "Both. I think she's a student of summer school program because I never saw her around in Harvard but as long as I remember, the program will end in two days from now. Since I always notice her bringing literature books, then I assume that she's taking up Literature program."
"Why don't you talk to her?" Paul asked as if he was the God of Love. "Don't be stiff, you nerd."
"I never had the chance," answered Alex then he stopped for a while. "And the gut. She's so beautiful, kind and warm-hearted until I'm afraid to talk to her."
"How do you know she's kind? There's a probability she's one of those girls in the serial killer." Paul teased as he laughed.
Alex explained as he took off his glasses, "I met her in the taxi. She offered me a ride when she noticed that I was in hurry. Maybe my look was somehow implied."
"Love at First Sight in the Taxi. I would write a book with that title."
"No, I didn't meet her there in the first time," Alex denied and he added. "I met her here. The girl with white shirt, sleeves rolled up, brown mini skirt and brown leather boots. I knew she was writing something down in her journal. I couldn't stop staring at her through my peripheral vision. She once looked at me like you're doing, exactly on the spot you're sitting right now. I wanted to smile but I couldn't because I felt my nerves were not working properly. It always happens whenever I meet her and ends up with cold gesture."
Paul smirked as he teased Alex, "Now I figured out why you brought me here. Look, I think you've been single like Pringle chip for a long time, since birth if I'm not mistaken?"
"Shut up, man. I just haven't found the right one," Alex laughed as he shook his head. "Enlighten me, you player."
"Just like what you told me, communication is the key. But one thing you only need to add in your case is bravery. She already gave you a green signal. Too many signals, I think? From the way she looked at you here and her kindness in the taxi. Have you ever thought that far?" Paul explained as he shrugged.
"Since I'm not a narcissistic person, I never thought that far but is that even possible? I think that's just coincidence."
"Screw your naïve side. Be a little sensitive, man. Now I figured out why you're still single. Oh, for Pete's Sake. When was the last time you met her?"
"Here again. The last time was quiet odd. I stared at her while she was sleeping. She literally fell asleep here. I'm not sure if she realized that I actually asked her out for dinner to thank her for the ride or she was just pretending to be asleep."
"Ask her out again, nerd. Duh. Find her, catch her. Tell everything before it's too late."
Alex took a deep breath and he exhaled, "You're right. I'll try."
Paul beamed as he asked for high-five, "I'll try to help you to find your angel this time."
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