City Lounge: Paris (Book Three, Chapter Thirteen: Sweet Shop Downtown)

Chapter Thirteen: Sweet Shop Downtown:

“We have one more place to go,” Simone told me after dinner.

“And where would that be?” I asked. She turned to me with a smile on her face.

“Mama’s favorite sweet shop down here,” my love said. “Jean-Paul Hévin!”

“Jean… what?” I asked. My girl giggled.

“Come along and you will see,” she said. I smiled and shrugged.

“Okay,” I said. When I first looked at Jean-Paul Hévin, my jaw dropped. I thought I would die from a diabetic coma just by looking at everything they had on display. Chocolates, bars, macarons, and pastries. I blinked and rubbed my eyes.

“Wow!” I said.

“No, it’s not a dream,” Simone said. “This is all real.” I turned my head.

“You know, I never had a macaron before,” he said.

“You haven’t?” she asked.

“Nah,” I said. “You seem to be leading me to all of the good food around the city. Simone giggled.

“Happy to help,” she said. My love walked up to the counter.

“Let’s see,” she said. “Who should I start with first, Mama, you or me?” I walked up beside her and took a look. Could it be possible for these sweets to glitter like this under light? I could’ve heard them singing to me.

“Take me with you! Take me with you! Take me with you!”

I had to swallow back my drool.

“Looks beautiful, doesn’t it?” Simone asked.

“Yeah!” I said. We looked up when we heard footsteps walking up behind the counter. A woman dressed in white looked like an angel who flew down from the sky.

“Welcome,” she said. “How can I help you today?” Simone cleared her throat.

“What’s the special for the day, madam?” she asked.

“Ah,” the woman behind the counter said. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Chocolate,” Simone said.

“Excellent choice.” The woman unlocked the counter and pulled out a box of chocolate. “This one here is called Prestigious Chocolate Box. All rich with different flavors.” I whistled at such beauty. Simone tilted her head as she rubbed her chin.

“It looks so tasty,” she said. My love turned to me. “What do you think? Will mama love this?” Her eyes put me on the spot once again. I shrugged and dropped my shoulders.

“Does she love chocolate and wine together?” I asked.

“But of course,” Simone said.

“Well then, there’s your answer,” I said. She turned back to the lady behind the counter.

“We’ll take it,” my love said. “Do you gift wrap?”

“Why yes,” the lady said. “What color do you want the bag?”

“Gold, please,” Simone said.

“Coming up,” the woman said. “Anything else?”

“One box of macarons, please,” my love said. “For my boyfriend here.” She gently tapped me on the arm. I started to turn bring red. My ex didn’t seem to know where to get the better food in Paris. We ended up eating tourist traps nine times out of ten. She only ate the good food for herself. I probably should’ve taken that as a clue to her cheating.

Come on, idiot! Stop thinking about Paula! You’ve had a nice day out so far. Don’t let her ruin everything.

Meanwhile, Simone looked at the different selections of the macarons. She nudged me on the arm.

“Sweetie,” she said. “Which one are you up for trying?” I blinked as I looked at the selection in front of us. My eyes couldn’t stay in one place.

“I don’t know…” I said. “What would you recommend?”

“Five, ten, or twenty?” the lady asked.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Five pieces, ten pieces, or twenty pieces?” she asked. I nodded as I narrowed down my choices.

“Five pieces,” I said. “And…” I looked around the selection again. “I think I will go with the plain set. I have never tried macarons before. I don’t know if I am going to like them or not.” The lady behind the counter had the smile of an angel.

“Coming up,” she said. “You’re going to love these.”

“I would like to add one more order,” Simone cut in. The lady behind the counter eyed her.

“What would that be?” she asked.

“One order of Mont Blanc,” my love said.

“Coming up,” the lady behind the counter said. She got out all of the treats and wrapped up everything. Simone paid for everything.

“Feel kind of bad making you pay for everything,” I said as we walked out of the shop. She looked over her shoulder at me.

“I don’t mind it,” my love said. “You’re letting me spoil you.”

“Yeah, but I want to spoil you some time,” I said. Simone raised her eyebrow.

“Are all American men like this?” she asked.

“Not really,” I said. “I just feel like you’re the one who’s always paying for us both when we go out.” I sighed.

“I’m sorry if I come off as sounding whiny,” I said. Simone turned around with a smile on her face.

“Would you like to eat some of our sweets out here or wait until we get home?” she asked. I glanced up at the sky. Night had set in by now. Plus, the rain had all but stopped. That would actually sound romantic in a way.

I smiled and shook my head.

“Nah, I would like to get home,” I said.

“You sure?” Simone asked. I playfully grinned her by the waist.

“Yeah,” I said. “I just think eating sweets out in public at night would feel more romantic during the summer. Besides, I have so really good ideas that would could try back at your place.” My love giggled as I nuzzled her on the ear lobe.

“You do make a good point,” she said. I kissed her on the cheek.

“Lead the way,” I whispered.

“Yes, my dear,” Simone said. She took hold of my hand and led me down the street. Now that I think about it, the first time I went to her place, I realized that it was six in the morning. Today, we’ve spent all most the whole day out in the city of Paris. Time doesn’t seem to exist when I am with Simone. And you know what? I am okay with that.

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