City Lounge: Paris (Book Three, Chapter Three: King of Paris)

Chapter Three: King of Paris:

When I’m with Simone, things happen. She wakes up things around her. The day seems brighter. Everyone seems to come to life and sing. People look like they were smiling and laughing. The city doesn’t look so boring. It feels like being in a  I don’t know how she does it. Simone really must be a witch. She makes me feel like a king.

Simone turned around to me with the camera out. I put up my hand.

“Come on, please?” I asked.

“It’s part of the project,” she said.

“I’m starting to think this is just an excuse to take pictures of me,” I said. My girlfriend smiled and twirled about.

“Maybe,” she said. I frowned. You’ll lucky you’re that pretty.

It felt like Paris was dancing around me. I could hear the accordions playing in the silence. I tried to guess where we were going today. Simone seems to know where all of the good things are hiding. I’m just following behind. Yes, what do you have hiding today?

“Simone?” I asked.

“Hm?” she asked.

“How do you find all of these cool places?” I asked. Simone turned around to me, smiling.

“Just looking around,” she said.

“I see,” I said. My eyes wandered down her backside. French people had to be a certain weight if they wanted a job. You let yourself go, it shows that you have no self-control. Girls who are bone-skinny are not sexy at all. Simone has the right curves in the right places. Her booty is rather nice. Is it wrong to be staring at such as ass sometimes?

“I know you like the view,” Simone spoke up. “But there are many other things to see around you.” I lifted my head as fast as I could. She looked at me and winked. I nervously laughed. Simone’s quite perceptive, isn’t she?

They walked past an artist who painting on a canvas. Looking at him peaked my interest. I nudged Simone in the arm.

“Hm?” she asked.

“Let’s see what he’s painting,” I whispered.

“Sure,” she said. Simone and I walked over to the painter at work. I cleared my throat.

“Excuse me, sir,” I said. “Excuse me. Excuse me.” The artist didn’t stop, but he snorted as he sneered. Maybe we should turn back. Simone stood on her tip-toes.

“Excuse me!” she said louder. The artist frowned and looked up.

“What do you want?!” he asked.

“We apologize,” I said. “I was just curious about what you were painting.” The painter’s expression softened.

“The street,” he said.

“May we have a look?” Simone asked.

“Sure,” the painter said. My girl and I walked over to his side. The canvas had a rough sketch on the street on it. The fountain off to the top left-hand corner had some gray and blue in it. He looked like he was starting on the road next.

“Nice,” I said. “Do you come out here every day?”

“But of course,” the painter said. “This is all I know. It’s what I live for. Every day and every night.” Just as I predicted that he would say.

“I can understand,” Simone said. “Can we see your work when you are finished?”

“Of course,” the painter said. I smiled as Simone flashed her charm. I probably wouldn’t have gotten far with this guy if it was just myself. My girlfriend took a step back.

“Well, we’ll leave you to your work,” she said.

“Thank you so much,” the painter said. Simone took me by the hand and led me further down the street.


Life never stops dancing around us. Sometimes, it goes too fast for me. I try my best to keep up. Simone, on the other hand, flows seamlessly through it all. It’s almost like that night we first met. She did the dancing and I was the prop. But lately, I have been keeping up with the steps. Or rather, I have been trying to. Pretty soon, Simone and I will be like ballet dancers on the stage in the middle of a romantic performance. And I don’t even like ballet or dancing.

“What will we do if it rains?” I asked.

“Go into a shop or something,” she said.

“Of course,” I said. Knowing her, she would find something cool to hide in. The clouds keep looking heavier the further we go into the city. I probably should’ve brought an umbrella. So weird, the radio said that today was going to be pretty nice. Then again, they said that Paris would have some rain showers here and there. I can never predict the weather in this city.

“Don’t worry,” Simone spoke up. “It’s not going to rain this second.”

“Huh?” I asked.

“You keep looking up at the sky,” she pointed out. “That is not a man in love.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. Simone turned and kissed me on the lips. Sometimes, this happens to fill the silence. She appears to hate when things are at a standstill. I haven’t noticed it until recently.

“Life should not have to stop for any reason,” she told me last week. “It has to keep moving no matter what.”

“Can it slow down?” I asked in bed. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I let my body freeze. Every time that hot witch kisses me, it’s like I died and came back to life. Simone gently pulled away.

“Does that answer your question?” she asked.

“Not really…” I said. “Could you explain it to me again?” She leaned in close enough for our lips to be inches away.

“Life should never stop,” she whispered. “Even if it slows down.” My girlfriend kissed me on the lips again. I am slowly starting to get it. In a way, she’s starting to make sense. Today, I am a king of Paris who is getting into the dance of life around him. Simone is my queen who is leading this tango as we fall deeper into love.

Yeah, that sounds just about right.

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