The City called Saint Michel

Chapter 6

"Meeting you was like listening
to a song for the first time
and knowing it would be my favorite."

Days have past and Marius is once again late. "What a surprise. Marius is late again.", Feuilly said. Marius runs up the stairs to the Café and trips over his own feet, into Jean Prouvaire's arms. "Careful Marius", the poet warned him, "what has gotten into you?" "Love", Marius sighed, "she's the most beautiful girl I've ever met in my entire life. Her hair was blonde, her eyes blue like the ocean,..." Marius went on and everyone stopped listening to him. Bossuet kept making gagging noises in the background while he kept talking. "God, can you stop talking about that girl? You don't even know her name!", Courfeyrac said, while standing up from where he was seated. The Café went silent. For days, Courfeyrac has rarely said a word. He took a deep breath and walked out of the Café.
That girl has been on his mind for days. He had to see her again. He kept walking into the city, not knowing how close he was to her.
Meanwhile, the bakery has been closed. It was already late. "I'm going to clean the bakery. You don't have to do that, Alexandre. Go to bed." Alexandre nodded and walked upstairs. She took the broom and began sweeping the floor when there was a knock on the door.
She was curious. Who did knock on the door at that time? She opened the blinds to see who it was. It was the beautiful, curly haired revolutionary. She opened the door.
"Bonjour Monsieur. Can I help you?" "I got lost in your eyes- uh I mean, in this part of the city." Courfeyrac blushed, he didn't mean to say it. She just smiled. "Where are you coming from?" "Café Musain."
"Where do you wanna go?" "Home, preferably."
"I don't know where you live so I can't give you directions.", she said, still smiling. He looked even more handsome than the last time she saw him. His hair was even more messier, his sleeves were rolled up, his cravat was untied. "Do you work here?", he asked, smiling.
"Maybe." "Maybe? Is that a yes?" "Yes. I do work here. This bakery belongs to my father.", she said. "Do you wanna go for a walk?" "Now?" He nodded, his smile bigger than she has ever seen. "I guess, I can go for a walk for a short time."