I Left My Heart In Paris

Chapter 7

The light of dawn seeped into Camille’s small room. She rubbed her bleary eyes and looked out the huge windowpane. There was a glow in the sky.

“Bonjour Paris…” she grinned and got up, threw the covers to the side and stepped foot on the floor but then she jumped back in bed realizing it’s goddamn chilly.

In that case, what she did was covering herself up with her white duvet and slipped on her comfortable fuzzy pink slippers. Next thing she does is trudge to her tiny apartment bathroom and take a quick shower as well as brushing her teeth, and groom her tangled hair before she blows dry it.

Camille instantly wore her robe and marched straight to the constricted kitchen slowly but surely. She gripped on an apple from the fruit bowl and took a decent bite. Eventually she leaned against the counter and sighed whilst chewing on her fruit. Unexpectedly, she received a phone call from Amy. Camille swiftly answered the call at once.

"Hey bestie, what's up?" Amy questioned over the line optimistically.

"Nothing in particular, all is well. How about you?" she wondered, sitting at the table near her bed.

"Same here. I need some advice... Dating advice." Amy requested bashfully.

"Amy, I've never dated anyone before. I have no idea where to begin. My parents are meticulous when it comes to dating." She mentioned over the phone that the topic they were discussing about gives her the heebie-jeebies.

"Woah, Cam take a chill pill. I was just asking for advice. Not to demand you to fuck some French guy in the streets that's insane." Amy exclaimed incoherently as she added a few jokes on her.

"Ha, ha, ha...! You're hilarious." Camille laughed as she obtained the ludicrous hoax Amy was telling her about earlier.

"So what do you need?" She was trying her best to act casual.

"Do you remember Lucas Thompson, the quarterback I admired back in high school, the one who slept with several cheerleaders and called me a wimp in ninth grade?"

Camille went silent for a moment to memorize the boy's characteristics in her head. After she finally recognized the male's current features, she grinned softly. "Oh yeah, that stud from chemistry class! What's up with him?" she demanded obscurely.

“Well he asked me out on a date last night and I couldn’t deny his overture apart from admitting his benefaction. As a result, I said yes. And this weekend he decided to bring me to a Jason Mraz concert which I absolutely love.” Amy squealed absurdly.

“That’s great news!" she answered energetically.

Camille glanced at the wall clock and back to her best friend. "Well, I guess I'll text you later Amy.” she stated as she was about to end the conversation summarily.

“Okay Cam. Talk to you later.” She smiled and ended the call without delay.

“Phew. That was close.” she sighed and walked out the door in one go. Camille locked the door behind her and steadily walked to the elevator down the hallway. She pressed the button of the elevator and unassumingly hoped for the lift door to be open. A few seconds ago, she entered the lift laid-back.

As she rode the elevator aloofly, she implicitly spent a few minutes on her phone scrolling through her Instagram newsfeed. At that exact moment, she eccentrically came across a photo of the same guy she recently saw the other day on social media. And this time she was with a girl... or maybe his girlfriend.

Camille stared at the photo on the screen for a couple of minutes and sighed "I wish that was me…" she stated softly.

The elevator stopped on her floor and opened the doors swiftly. Camille stepped off the lift and walked out the apartment ecstatically.