Like moving on its own, this time my face bravely supported by a small arm stared at the crowd, more precisely the man, for a very long time, as my mind struggled with the noise.
"I will eat you or rather I will crush you " That's what his eyes said.
His neat white teeth occasionally show as he smirks with his gang.
This heart-shaped interpreter with the name of empathy in my body saw the deep wound on him, it was implied from his handsome face that was as cold as ice in Antarctica. I still doubt its validity. Obviously there is a strange feeling that bothers me. It's like a dilemma between empathy or what...
" Stop !! no..no,..no way "
I just realized that all the members of the group of men in black jackets suddenly looked at me after my shrill stupid babble, while pounding the table in front of me. Before growing embarrassed I sat back down and turned my back to them.
" Stupid, really stupid you .."
While hitting the back of my head with my thin fist that looks more like a lump of rice.
" Seriously, it's just empathy jul, it's clear the man is poor and certainly not the Romeo you're looking for, don't ever dream of liking a man like Romeo in historical stories, better not if you want to save yourself "
A ringing sms startled me who continued to babble to herself. It doesn't even feel like it's time for Patrick to come home from work and he's about to come pick me up.
I don't know why I suddenly feel sad, like I don't want to move from where I stand today. Or because I want to see it longer. This feeling was immediately denied completely by my body and soul. Although the mob hadn't even dispersed yet when I peeked out of the back seat of Patrick's car, which was already speeding away from the Belle de Mai Hangar.
Early in the morning I was standing by Patrick's car. Today I accidentally let down my medium-sized red-brown hair without any accessories. With makeup typical of French women can not be separated from my tiny face. Scratches of lipstick also adorn my round nose area so it looks like a cherry tomato.
Aunt Madeline said Patrick couldn't drive me home,
" Il ne peut pas s'absenter en semaine, rentrer seul la maison "
( He doesn't take weekdays off, go home alone )
" Je vais encore avec lui aujourd'hui "
( I'm going with him again Today )
" Pourquoi ? " ( Why ?)
" C'est bon, je le veux juste "
( It's ok just want to )
Then the woman turned to her house.
A 20 minute journey is like 20 days. Patrick looked at me in bewilderment with my uneasiness. I look like someone who doesn't want to miss this interview and job opportunity, so many times I look at my old watch which has been on for 2 years. I told him to drop me off at the place where he picked me up yesterday.
My feet sped up without heeding the true grace of a noble lady. It's the exact opposite of my history. The Juliette in history would cry in Holidays because of her name given to a frivolous girl like me.
No one was in these two cafes opposite each other.
Without thinking, my legs immediately took me flying here and there around this area.
A vast area that was very crowded led my already confused steps. An area called Friche Belle de Mai I entered it, some teenagers were skateboarding. And my eyes are fixed on the wide colorful walls that have pictures full of meaning.
Honestly this country is suitable for me, there is my father's artistic soul flowing in my body. I just need to take art classes at university to hone my talent. But this talent doesn't really tempt me to put more effort.
I seem to have reached the end of the building of this creative scene when I found the person I was looking for with other people swarming around. Looks like they're drinking alcohol, if I'm not mistaken. Some of them even look like local French. To be honest, the group of men in black jackets are still of European descent, but I'm sure they are immigrants.
Immediately my mental shrink. The passionate spirit has melted with sweat. I don't know what I'm doing. Unemployment just drives me crazy. What I was thinking, looking for someone who isn't even my neighbor. And what do you really want from him. While cursing myself, I walked half-running but I was already exhausted.
Suddenly a deep voice called out to me.
" Hey .. you, you were yesterday at the cafe across the street right? Come here beautiful .."
Suddenly I was scared to run but couldn't. How about this. I just cried. A quick step was heard approaching me. And the "crepe" of a tawny arm rests on my shoulder.
" Oh My... God.."