City Lounge: Paris (Book Three, Chapter Six: People Watching in Paris)

Chapter Six: People Watching in Paris:

It felt good to be on dry land after lunch. I anticipated where we would go next. Simone seemed charged to see to seek out the next adventure. She turned around to me.

“Shall we go to the park?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said. She took hold of my hand and led me down the street. I had a dumb smile on my face. Yes, my witch. I will follow your lead no matter what.

“What will we do when we get there?” I asked.

“You’ll see when we get there,” Simone said. My ears perked up when she said that.

“Okay then,” I said.

The park was full as predicted. Simone sat down on a bench.

“Come and sit,” she said. I sat down like a little puppy.

“Look around you,” my girl said. My heart raced as I took a guess. Simone moved her arms behind her head.

“I come out to parks on my break sometimes,” she said. “I watch the people by and make up stories about that.”

“What kind of stories?”

“Different kinds. Happy ones. Sad ones. Funny ones. Romantic ones.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

I stared at her with intrigue. “Can I make up stories of the people walking by?”

“Yes.”

“How do I do that?

“Just take a look around you.”

“Just like that?”

“Yes. Pick out on person and follow them for a bit.”

I nodded once. “Okay…” I looked out at the crowd walking around in the park. I spotted an old lady pushing along a white-pink stroller along. Her flat brown shoes clacked along the pavement. Her big yellow straw hat looked like it would swallow up her head. At first, I thought the big pink bow on it was a large butterfly resting on the hat. That bow matched her light pink sundress. I tilted my head as walked by.

“What about her?” I asked. Simone narrowed her eyes.

“What’s her story?” she asked.

“She’s a grandmother who likes to read, sew, knit, and watch game shows on TV,” I said.

“That’s a start,” Simone said. “What else about her?” I gave her a confused look.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“What does she like to do on the weekend?” she asked. I looked up at the old lady passing by.

“Garden and spend time with her grandchildren,” I added. “Ages ten, six, four, and that baby.”

“Married?”

“Nah, he died five years ago.”

She leaned her head on my shoulder. “Is she looking for love again?”

I found myself smiling. “Yeah. She wants a gentleman for a companion to spend with the rest of her years.” My girl sat up, smiling.

“That’s pretty good,” Simone said. She looked around for her own person to attach a story to. She spotted a dark-skinned man sat across from us, smoking a cigarette. He spotted a thick black beard and a messy light blue shirt. He had holes in the knees of his pants. His black hair came down to his shoulders.

“He works at a bar,” Simone said.

“A bar?” I asked.

“Yeah, a jazz bar. He keeps his hands cleaned. Lives alone and has a cat.”

“I was thinking a dog.”

Simone shakes her head. “Nah, he looks like a cat person.”

I nodded once. “I can see that.”

“He has a girlfriend. She works as a waitress at his bar. They met on the job, in fact. He had been watching her for sometime, but couldn’t go over and talk to her. One night, he gathered the courage to talk to her.”

“How their first date?”

“Magical.”

“Was it like ours?” I asked.

“Yes. Now, they live together and wish they could live in the countryside,” Simone added.

“That’s so sweet,” I said. She turned to me.

“Want to take the next one?” my girl asked.

“Sure!” I said. I looked around for the next character in our story game. I spotted a woman with long red hair on a cell phone over near a statue of a swan. Her white blouse and black bell bottom jeans made me think of the 60’s flare. The golden high heels added some fancy charm. She had a tan purse by her side. The only thing missing was a little dog. Already, the story began to form in my head.

“She works as a flight attendant,” I said.

“Which airline?” Simone asked.

“Uh… Air France?”

“Okay.”

“She gets to see the whole world almost every month. She likes the finer things in life because of it. Her nails are always done every week at the nail salon. Same with her hair at the beauty salon. She wears nothing but fancy clothes. She has a little dog who she never leaves home without. But she didn’t take him with her today.”

“Why not?”

I rubbed my chin as I started thinking. “Maybe because she just wanted a little bit of time away for the day. She just broke up with her boyfriend and looking for love again.”

“Has she found them yet?”

I felt a little sad and shook my head. “No, she’s still looking. But, I hope that she will get lucky and find that special someone that she’s looking for some day.” I shook my head to snap myself out of it.

“Your turn,” I said. Simone looked around for the next character for the next story. We did this about six or seven times before I had to ask.

“Hey Simone,” I said.

“Yeah?” she asked. I rested my hand under my chin.

“How did you come up with this people watching game?” I asked. She smiled and placed her arms behind her head.

“Mama,” she said. “When I was really little, she would take me to the park during lunchtime in the summer. We would watch everyone walking by and make up stories about them.” Simone broke into a little smile.

“She doesn’t have the time anymore,” she said. “But, I still manage to keep the tradition going. Now, I have you to share it with.” I raised my eyebrow.

“Me?” I asked.

“Why yes,” Simone said. We turned back to the people and looking for more characters to give stories to.

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