CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The ride was barely twenty minutes and we’d gotten all the groceries in his list. This moment now everything else peaceful around me. It was like my mind had taken a vacation of its own and so did my broken heart. I’d laughed when I ended picking up almost all the wrong things on the food aisle and Benoit had seemed amused too. But the peak moment had been when we got fined. Apparently it was a rule in France to never ride a scooter with two people. I mean, the traffic officer was nice enough to let get back home together on that scooter in the end.
“So have you decided on what you are cooking? I’m already getting hungry,” I complained, adjusting my glasses up the bridge of my nose.
“It’s a surprise,”
“So how can I help?” I questioned. It would be too depressing for
