Secrets and lies always follow people around, and even if you try to break free from your mistakes-you never will. After living a life she never really liked, Arturia decides to pack her things and leave. Arriving at a country side, she rents a smal...
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Jeanne sat patiently at the post office. She had been waiting for a parcel to arrive for weeks now, and she was getting impatient. According to the tracking number, it had arrived but the office denied having it under their possession. She tapped her foot, glancing at the time on her watch, she still had a bunch of homework to do and wasting her day at the post office was all going to be useless if she did not get her parcel.
"Oh, hey!" Her eyes widened and she stiffened as her eyes settled on the man of her dreams.
She coughed.
"Are you sick?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and taking a seat next to her.
Her gaze followed Cú all throughout his movements. She slowly shook her head.
She had almost died after seeing him snuggled up in a thin jacket. He looked so handsome, and this was bad! What ever happened to forgetting about him?
"What brings you here, lass?" He had a smirk on his face, lighting his features and making her heart swell. She swore her poor heart climbed up her throat.
"A parcel." She mumbled. Why was it so damn hard to talk to him? He was just a person, like any other, so why did she have to swallow the lump in her throat every time he smiled at her? It was just a smile!
He cooed, "Ooh, what type of parcel?"
"A gift."
"Who sent it to you? Your boyfriend?"
Her face flushed and she looked away, scolding herself a few more times. This was petty, or so she told herself. She had a crush on him for fours years now and it was slowly killing her. This man could literally ruin her calm demeanour in 0.2 seconds and she was starting to get tired of it, specially since he was such a huge flirt and player.
"Uh, non, je n'ai pas un petit ami..." She murmured, she was slowly starting to shy away again. Whenever she got nervous, her English took the back seat and she could never formulate meaningful sentences—not to mention in front of Cú.
He furrowed his brows, "You don't?" He had picked up his fair share of French in high school and off her or her family.
"Erm...Non."
There was that stupid perfect laugh of his again, she cringed to stop herself from blushing. "I highly doubt that, Jeanne. You're a beautiful young lady, anyone would be a fool not to take you out on a date."
Then why don't you, she thought but obviously kept silent. She took a deep breath, formulating her sentences in English this time, trying her best not to get too nervous. "Well, um, I... I don't."
