City Lounge: Paris (Book Three, Chapter Twelve: Simple Dinner in Paris)

Chapter Twelve: Simple Dinner in Paris:

Simone led us into the downtown part of Paris. I’ve seen this place before, but it never fails to surprise me.

“This never gets old,” I said. I pulled Simone close by the waist. “Lead the way.” I whispered above her head. My girl giggled as we walked down the street. We ended up at a restaurant called Il était Un Square.

“What do you think?” she asked. I blinked at first.

“Isn’t this a bit too…?” I began to ask.

“What?” she asked. I shook my head.

“No, it’s fine,” I said. Simone led me inside. The red paint on the walls made me feel a bit underdressed. My love didn’t seem to mind. I turned to her.

“How do you find these places?” I asked.

“Just looking around,” she said. A waiter came over to us and sat us down at a table. Not many people were around this evening. It was then I noticed how everyone was dressed.

“This is really causal,” I said.

“Of course,” she said. “It’s kid-friendly too.” I frowed as I wrinkled my nose.

“There, there,” she said. “There aren’t many kids around here tonight.”

“True,” I said. I rubbed the back of my head. “Do I really said American when I speak French?”

“I think you do,” she said. I pouted.

“Aw, I thought that I had mastered it by now!” I said. Simone smiled and patted me on the hand.

“There, there, dearest,” she said. “There is still room for improvement. I can teach you if you like.” The way she said that sent shivers down my spine.

“Yes ma’am!” I said. I had a grin up to my ears. She just has the better to make things that much better. If she was reading the newspaper right now, I would listen to every word.

“Could you help me out with some of the items on this menu?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said. I turned the menu over to Simone. That’s how I managed to eat some of the good food around Paris. I just followed her lead and let her order. I have yet to come across a food choice that I didn’t like.

“What are you in the mood for?” she asked.

“Something light,” I said. “I’m still a bit full from lunch.”

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do,” Simone said. I tried to read along with her. Okay, my French reading is still weak. Part of me wished that I should’ve taken French instead of Spanish in high school. I squinted my eyes and sat back.

“Are you okay?” Simone asked.

“Yes,” I said. “Staring at the words for too long just made my eyes hurt. Give me a minute.” I took in slow breath as I rubbed the sides of the bridge of my nose.

“Headache?” she asked.

“No, I just tried to read along with you,” I said. “I strained myself to keep up and… yeah.” Simone tilted her head with a strange look on her face.

“You can’t read French?” she asked.

“Not too well,” I said. “I can only do the basics.” I chuckled as I rubbed the back of the head. “I’m a bit of a mess, am I?” Simone smiled and chuckled.

“I can help you out,” she said. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” I said. “What did you pick out?” My girl smiled.

“You’ll love it when it comes out,” she said. A waitress came by our table. We ordered the drinks and food. She wrote down our order.

“Okay,” she said. “Your meal will be out soon.” The waitress turned and walked away. I turned back to Simone.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” I asked.

“I have work tomorrow,” she said. “I have to turn in the photos for this magazine that commissioned me last week.”

“Oh,” I said. “I see.” She gently rubbed on my hand.

“I might see you later in the night,” Simone added. “We could just spend the whole night in together.” The way she said it and her fingers going up my arm made me shiver.

“I am liking where this is headed,” I said.

“You’ll like who it will end,” she said. Her words manage to pull me further into her spell. Simone could command me to do anything. If she told me to go a kill the president of France and bring her the head, I would do it. Prison would be so worth it for her. I snapped out of it when the waitress came back with our drinks.

“Your food will be out in a few minutes,” she said.

“Thank you,” Simone and I said. The waitress turned and walked away. I turned and looked at my girl. It was then I realized that I didn’t have anymore to say. I didn’t mind it either. I just needed her and an intimate setting. I tried my best to get lost in those brown eyes of hers.

“Is there something on my face?” Simone asked with a strange look on her face. I snapped out of it as I shook my head.

“Huh?” I asked. “Oh. I was trying to get lost in your eyes.” I just realized how dumb that sounded coming out of my mouth. I frowned and shook my head. It didn’t help that she was laughing at me.

“Forget I said anything!” I said aloud with my face turning bright red. I tried to look away, but she turned her face back to me.

“That’s fine with me,” Simone said. “You just wasn’t doing it right.”

“There’s a way to do that?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “It has to come out naturally. Oh dear, there is much that I have to teach you.” Teach me? It just sounded so strange when she said that. But the more the words lingered in my head, the more it sounded…

“Alright…” I said as if under her spell again. The waitress came back and brought us our dinner. My love and I didn’t need to talk as we ate. Just like usual, Simone picked out something good for me.

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