Room Service (On Hold)

Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

“Ianna! What the hell?!” Zara cried, as I splattered cake mix all over the walls. I cringed. It had been the third time I had dropped, broken, or splattered ingredients all over the place. Cooking was definitely not my thing and probably never will.

“Alright! I’m so done with this!”

“What? So now you’re just going to buy a cake or something?” She snickered. “That’d be so typical of you.”

I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Well, maybe I will.”

“You will not.”

“Yeah, I will! I’m so done with cooking. As in… forever.”

Zara rolled her eyes and shrugged.

“Well at least you won’t be poisoning him with that,” she pointed at what was supposed to be a cake. I smiled then.

“Aren’t you the nicest friend ever?” I asked sarcastically. She nodded and smiled.

“Come on, let’s go look for a decent cake.”

We drove downtown in search for a bakery or something. Well Nicolas must be grateful I’m such a dedicated girlfriend, I thought. It had been around 20 minutes already, and we still hadn’t found a bakery. I was growing impatient. Plus, the traffic wasn’t helping, and neither was the humid climate that had managed to make my hair look like a natural afro, and to make matters worse, we- well I, was running out of time. I never thought I would end up being the type of girl to make a huge fuss over her first month anniversary with her boyfriend. It sucked.

“There! There! Pull over!” I screeched as a place that looked like a bakery came into sight.

“Ianna! Calm down!” Zara ordered, but I had already gotten out of the car. A few moments later, I saw there were no pastries, other than some lame blueberry muffins.

“I’ll take those,” I said in French to the clerk.

“Oui, oui, dans une seconde.”

We left the store with exactly four lame blueberry muffins- scratch that, three muffins, for Zara was munching on one already. Of course it was not like we would have waited for more muffins to come out of the oven. I glanced at my clock. 4:20 PM. I had to hurry.

“Quick! To the park!” I demanded. “Zara, I swear that if you don’t drive faster, you’ll wake up deep into the Seine River.

“Gah! Are you on your period, or something?” Zara asked annoyed. I laughed and nodded.

“Is it too obvious?”

“Shhh be quiet and let’s go now.”

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I tied the last picture to the tree and smiled proudly.

“And… we’re done!” I cheered. Zara smiled and raised her hands into the air.

“Hallelujah!” She said dramatically.

I checked my watch again. 5:30. Crap. I hadn’t even called Nicolas. I pulled my phone out of my leather jacket and speed dialed him.

“Ianna! What’s up?”

“Nicolas! Come to the Luxemburg garden! Quick!”

“Uh… Ianna, I still have to work,” he said quietly. Then I remembered his shift didn’t end until 7 PM. I groaned and face palmed myself. I didn’t think of that.