FOOLS GOLD

MEET UP

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 The one with the coffee shop

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧 through the wild streets of France. Minutes earlier she had planned to meet up with Mike. She was always running late for something, and this time it was for here meet up a Cafe le blanc at the plaza.

Lots of thoughts raced through her head, her mind was spinning wild. She got cursed out at by eight different people. She didn't care though, all she cared about was getting Mike to back out of the deal. That was her mission.

"Darling!" He said seemingly genuinely excited.

"Ugly Grenouille!" She mocked his excitement.

"Darling, why do you make it so hard for us to have a normal greeting?" He frowned.

She shrugged. It was so easy to get on British people's nerves. They were so uptight it was like hanging around with a stick in the mud.

"So, Darling where are we off to today?" He cocked an eyebrow at her and took something out of his pocket. She was worried about what it might be, since they had just met each other two days ago. But, alas, it turned out to be a box of cigarettes.

"Aye! Brit! Hand me one." He gladly gave her one and brought his pwn to his lower lip.

Just like that, they just stood outside the Cafe and smoked in silence. She felt a tad awkward since it was only her third time smoking a cigarette, and she wanted to impress him. She blew out a gust of smoke and tried to hide her cough.

"Oh no. You've never smoked before, have you frog?" He tried to take the cigar from her white gloved hand, but she drew it behind her neck.

"I have.. Just not many a times like you.. Pom." She went quiet at the last word. He turned back around at her and looked astounded.

"Oh you did not just call me that, you frog!" He began chasing her around the block. She giggled as she ran past tourists and locals who looked intrigued by the duo. She didn't care what any one thought at the moment, because right now she wasn't Jane Ives, daughter of the richest man in France, she was Eleanor Hopper, Mike Wheeler's darling.

She ran past lamp posts and children with beautiful gowns and frocks. He finally got caught her at the end of the street, near the pier.

"My, my, darling you didn't tell me you had a beautiful dock. You really have to take me sightseeing one day, I won't be here long." He seemed sad at the last part. She thought that she would be sad once he was gone, but she realized that she would too.

"No need for the sad face, my love. I will be back as fast I got here." He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. She felt her face get hot.

He winked at her and she returned the favor by giving him an unladylike gesture that her papa would frown upon using her hand, he blew her a big kiss and she pushed it away with her hand. Together, they walked hand and hand back to the Cafe that was petit and vintage.

"Hey listen! I was thinking about learning a little more french to get to know you better!" She scrunched up her face and waved him away.

"There is no need for that you pommy. We can already understand each other well. No need for more effort." He seemed to wilt at her words.

"Yeah, but it could be better." He was stirring his coffee around, not even facing her. She had clearly hurt him and she wanted to make up for it.

"I'm sorry. That was a bit harsh. We could try?" She gave him a weak smile an he returned it by grinning wildly. He quickly left a few coins on the table and hopped out of there, with her in tow. She was smiling widely because he was happy, but why?

It wasn't like she liked him or anything right? They were just friends.

Suddenly, they came to a stop and big hands covered her eyes.

"What the fuck Pommy?!"

"Just calm down my ange, you'll see in no time."

A/N hey y'all im back, yeet. This chapter is a took a long time to write since it was so boring, and once again I ask all y'all french readers to please help me check all my french vocab. Also, if you didn't know, all the italic words are probably in french. Bye!