The lights and sounds of the big city have always excited me.
Here it was much more prominently colorful than the small town of
Disparu, a city located on the outskirts of France.
Unlike that old junkyard, Paris was lively and vibrant.
Children could be seen splashing in the remnants of puddles after the early afternoon rain shower, trying their hardest not to catch a cold and upset their mum.
Their source of laughter and smiles this fine evening was certainly not mine.
My thoughts were on the love of my life.
Fleur Bellerose, the King's beloved niece.
She was the epitome of beauty.
Heart shaped face, high cheekbones, a slightly upturned nose, full lips, and gorgeous light gray eyes.
She's everything I've ever dreamed of.
Eleven blocks were all I had left.
Ten to fifteen minutes at the most.
That would leave me being several minutes early to our date.
Perhaps I should've invested in bringing her a gift?
Although, she's the one who asked me to hang out, shouldn't she be the one buying me something?
I shook the thought out of my mind.
The last remaining bits of heat from the sun dashed itself against my fair skin as I walked down the smooth pavement.
My ginger hair reflected the rays nicely as my well as amber eyes, which shone with anticipation. My head was overrun with thoughts as my heart skipped a beat every step I took.
Eventually, after what seemed like a lifetime, I reached the arcade.
It was indeed an older building, its paint was chipping and even its exterior design had a definite rustic quality to it. The building's smaller, but certainly durable design is what initially drew me to it. Perhaps that was another reason why I agreed to meet Fleur here.
She stood underneath the awning, her loosely curled hair tinted with highlights.
Absolutely beautiful.
A big smile flashed in my direction as she seemed eager to have me with her,
"Monsieur Twill, glad you made time to join me here."
In return, I gave a polite smile. She is still a noblewoman of France after all,
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Mademoiselle Bellerose."
***
The iridescent hue of the CRT screen was giving me a rather terrible headache. I pressed the thumb and forefinger of my right hand into the inner corners of my closed eyes, hoping to provide some relief from the pain that now throbbed there. Fleur seemed unphased by the consistent coin clattering and the sudden flashing pigments of color.
How was she able to withstand this for so long?
Trying to suppress your prominent irritation was harder than it seems, especially when trying your best to not upset the individual you love.
I had to try; after all, I'd hate to lose the only person I have left.
(Oh, what was I saying?
