It Started in Paris

Chapter Fifteen: Finally

I woke up early today.  In fact, too early.  It's five in the morning and I've been spending the whole time thinking about where he's going to take us today and what are the sweet little things that he's going to do.

My thoughts kept churning inside my head.  I wonder if he feels the same for me.  You know, even just for a crush kind of thing.  It'll be like a movie, I suppose.  It's like he'll be the right guy, I'll be the best friend, he'll fall in love with me in the end, the screen will fade to black, show our names then, the happy song will play.

Perfect.  Just perfect.

Now, I gotta make an advanced mental planning of my outfit for today so that I don't have to panic when he arrives.  Let me see: yellow ruffled tube worn underneath a white knitted elbow-length sweater, soft denim leggings paired with blue pumps.  Forget about bags.

Leila began to move.  Her back was facing me.  She shifted and faced my direction.  Her eyes were half-open and saw me awake.

"What time is it?" she asked groggily.

I glanced at the digital clock on my right and it says 05.37.

"It's five thirty-seven," I said quietly.

She closed her eyes.  "Why are you up early?" she asked sleepily.

I lied sideways, facing her direction with a giddy feeling inside.  "Do you know that feeling when you have a tiny interest on someone and suddenly you feel like you're back in your high school days crushing on a Senior heartthrob?"

"Mmm-hmm..." Leila mumbled.

I sighed dreamily.  "I feel that way."

"Dylan..." Leila muttered.

I felt my eyes bulge.  I didn't know if I had heard her right but I wanted to hear it again just to be sure.

"What?" I said.

"Dy..." she faltered.

"The what?" I urged on hushly.

"Dyl..." she mumbled.

"Deal?" I frowned in confusion.

"Dylylyl..."

What on earth is she saying?

Never mind.

I thought I heard her say "Dylan" in the first place.

I felt a little bit sleepy and wondered what am I doing awake at this hour when he's not even here until two hours.  As if my eyes were on autopilot, they shut tight and I reluctantly fell asleep.

"Leila, wake up!  You don't want him seeing you like this again, do you?"

I bolted straight right up.  "Is he here?"

"No," Leila beamed.  "But, just in case."

"Right."  I nodded in relief.

When the doorbell went off, Leila and I looked at each other with eyes wide open.

"He's here," I said.

"Quick!  Change your clothes and I'll handle him," Leila said in panic.

I crawled out of the bed and opened my white hard-case that was lying on the ground.  I changed into the clothes I've mentally planned awhile ago.  I got out of the room and found Leila and Jack sitting by the dining area, eating croissants which looked like from Starbucks while sipping a tall cup of cafe latte.

Jack motioned to the paper bag and the tall cup in front of a vacant seat.  "I brought you guys some breakfast," he said.  "Hope you like it."  Then, bit off a part of his croissant.