one year to love

2: the bench

My mind was still thinking about the mysterious girl I had met yesterday. Throughout the whole night in my cheap hotel room, I thought back to our conversation. Is that weird? For the first time in quite a while, I wasn't thinking about my impending doom.

I walked around the Eiffel Tower again, this time a little earlier than yesterday. It was slightly colder this morning. I strolled along the same sidewalk bordered by the green benches. I came to the second to last one again.

There was the brunette girl named Bailey, concentrated on her book. I sat down next to her. I enjoyed the view and the breeze before I spoke up.

"I've read that book before." It had got her attention because she immediately looked up.

"Really?"

"Yep. I reread it too."

"Then you'd be the first I've met to read books with a lesbian romance. Huh, maybe you're not so cliche."

"I'm definitely not cliche. Well except for the Paris thing." I said, making her laugh.

"How long are you staying here?"

"It depends." I smirked.

"On what?" She asked more curiously.

"My list. And other things. But mostly the list."

"Can I see your list?" She asked kindly.

"Go ahead." I pulled out the yellow notepad and gave it to her.

"Okay let's see here...Hmmm," she looked through a couple of them."you don't know how to skip rocks?" She chuckled.

"Nope, I've tried but it won't work!"

"Alright show me how you 'tried' to skip these rocks."

I put my hand by my shoulder and launched it forward as if I was throwing to someone on the other side of the sidewalk.

"Oh no. You're doing it all wrong." She said and took my pen. Next to 'learn how to skip rocks' she put 'have Bailey teach you' in parentheses.

"You'd really teach me?" I laughed.

"Why not?" She smiled. "Also, okay I'm really bad at names and I can't remember if you already told me yours."

"Don't worry I didn't tell you. My name's Faye."

"Faye. I won't forget that name."

I took the notepad and pen back and started to write another thing I wanted to do. I wrote it slowly so it would look like I had nicer handwriting. It said 'get a pretty girl's number'

"Hey Bailey, what's your number?" I asked.

Bailey took the pen again and wrote down a phone number on the top of my yellow notepad.

"Thanks." I smiled brightly and put a checkmark by the words 'get a pretty girl's number'