Chapter 4: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS
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After we finished eating at one of the well-known restaurants in Paris, Au Bourguignon du Marais, David and I said goodbye to each other.
“I’m heading out now, girl. You know already… I’m meeting another boy nearby,” he said, sounding excited.
He took out a small mirror from his shoulder bag and checked himself.
“There you go again with your boys. If you end up with HIV one day, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I said while fixing myself.
He just laughed. After finishing fixing his look, he waved goodbye.
“I’m going now. He’ll get mad if I’m late again,” he said.
I nodded and hugged him back when he hugged me.
After he left, I fixed myself again.
I take good care of myself and I’m very picky about how I look. I even changed my clothes before we ate. Now, I was wearing a white lace boned corset top and pants, Essentielle round gold hoop earrings, and my square-shaped sunglasses.
I tied my slightly curly hair into a bun since it was hot. I decided to go to a coffee shop. I only needed to write five more chapters to finish my fourteenth novel.
After fixing myself, I went out and headed to my usual coffee shop.
When I arrived at Café de Flore, I immediately looked for my usual spot.
No one was sitting there. I always chose the table near the side.
From there, I could see cars and people passing by through the glass wall. I smiled as I walked toward it and placed my Acer laptop on the table. That area wasn’t crowded, so it was quiet—no noise from other people talking.
I decided to order first.
With my hand wallet, I went to the counter.
“Bonjour, madame. Que désirez-vous?” the woman asked. She looked about six years younger than me.
Good afternoon, ma’am. What would you like to order?
I smiled at her. “Bonjour. Can I have one Espresso Café Spécial Flore and one slice of Opéra cake?” I said politely.
“Anything else, madame?” she asked.
I shook my head.
She tapped something on the screen and spoke again. “That will be 27 euros, madame.”
I handed her the exact amount, and she gave me the receipt.
I returned to my table, knowing a waiter would bring my order once it was ready.
I put my sunglasses on my head and watched the cars and people passing by.
This is what I love when I’m here. I always feel inspired to write. For me, this place is peaceful and gives me peace of mind.
I was currently writing LOST IN PARIS.
The story is about a woman who applied as a teacher in Paris, but her agency scammed her. Afraid of getting arrested in a foreign country, she ended up applying as a tutor for the child of a billionaire single father.
I was almost done with it. Only a few chapters left. My readers should prepare their wallets, because once this gets published as a physical book, it might be more expensive than my previous release.
I opened my laptop, went straight to Word, and started typing. When I’m really into writing, the people around me seem to disappear.
“Order for Miss Monroe.”
I looked up and saw the woman placing my order on the table. She smiled at me. She was beautiful—slim, fair-skinned, with a sharp nose, blonde hair, and tall. If she were in the Philippines, she could be a famous model or actress. She was French. Since I came here often, some of the staff already knew me.
“Thank you,” I said with a smile.
She nodded, smiled back, and walked away.
I looked at the coffee and cake she placed in front of me. Damn. The smell of the coffee hit me right away—it smelled amazing.
I closed my eyes. Finally, coffee. I didn’t get to drink any earlier because I woke up late.
I was about to take a sip when someone suddenly spoke on my right.
“Bonjour! You’re so damn gorgeous, madame!”
I looked and saw a tall man. He was handsome, with thick eyebrows, a sharp nose, fair skin, and thin red lips.
He looked around six feet tall—the kind of man David would like. If David were here, he’d probably be the one approaching him instead. The man was smiling at me, the kind of smile that looked like he had bad intentions.
Handsome, clearly French… but he looked like a womanizer just by the way he stood.
He was wearing a brown leather jacket with a white T-shirt underneath and jeans. His slightly curly hair was styled messily on purpose, adding to his charm.
I couldn’t deny it—he was good-looking. But he looked like a playboy. So, no. Not for me.
My coffee froze mid-air as I forced a polite smile.
“T-Thank you,” I said without interest.
I saw him wink at me, and my blood instantly boiled.
So he liked me, huh?
“What’s your name, madame?” he asked with a smirk. Obviously, he want my attention.
Damn you.
I put my cup down and took a deep breath. “I’m Nan,” I said with a smile.
A smile with bad intentions.
He looked surprised, as if impressed by the name I gave him.
“Wow! You have a nice name! It suits you, mi amor!” he said, smiling so wide it looked like his lips would tear.
Fake.
I scoffed. “Nan—none of your BUSINESS,” I said, stressing the word business as I glared at him.
He looked shocked. I waved my hand, signaling him to leave.
In less than a second, he hurried away.
I laughed softly once he was completely gone.
I don’t have time for nonsense.
Shaking my head, I returned my attention to my coffee. When I finally took a sip, I closed my eyes in pleasure.
Ahhh. This is the life I want.
- Writer
