Jenna:
















The coffee she ordered sitting in front of her had grown cold, but it didn’t matter to her. All that mattered were the ink letters on the page in front of her. She had escaped deep into her mind, letting the metaphors, and similes flow from her pen and imprint the paper.

Jenna always became so entangled in her writing when she came to the local coffee shop on the corner by her apartment. She had been living in France for only a little while but she had grown close to the people working because of how often she came here. It had always been her dream to live in France and write poetry in a coffee shop like this.

She sat hunched over her notebook, hair tied up in a messy bun, and her eyes sore from reading and re-reading her writing. The bell on top of the entrance jingled but she paid no attention to it. Sounds outside of the world she was living in added to the liveliness of her writing. It gave it depth, and made the reader feel alive. Or at least made her feel alive.

“Hey,” A man sat down across from her but she ignored him at first. “My name is CC.”

His name was intriguing. She looked up and melted into his brown eyes. His black hair framed his chiseled features in such a way that would make any girl’s stomach explode with butterflies. He held a coffee in his hands, and kept glancing towards hers.

“Can I buy you another one?” He offered.

She opened her mouth to speak but found no words. For a girl filled with words, she was speechless. He took her very breath away.

"Do you speak English?" He inquired, laughing slightly.

“No,” She managed to say. "I mean, yes, I speak English. But I won’t finish the coffee anyway. I’ll get too wrapped up in writing again.”

He peeked over the table at her notebook. “That’s what you were doing? I was wondering what you were so invested in.”

She closed the notebook so he couldn’t read it. “I’m Jenna.” She held her hand out for him to shake which he gladly did.

“May I ask what you were writing about?” He asked, hopeful.

She thought for a minute. She just met him less than five minutes ago. Would letting him inside her mind so quickly be the best move? She grimaced at the thought. But she watched the way he smiled at her, he saw the way he looked at her. She wrote about true love all the time but never experienced it herself. She knew that this was the way a man looked at a woman when he was feeling an attraction. She knew how to describe it perfectly. And all of that made her trust him.

“I was writing about my depression. It’s a poem I called Fallen Angels.” She stated. She had nothing to hide from him anymore.

“Oh,” He said, searching for something else to say. This girl was unlike any other girl he had ever met before. She was so straight forward, but also mysterious.

She stood up from the table, tucking her notebook in her purse, and began walking away from the table. She stopped mid-stride and glanced back at CC. “Well? Aren’t you coming?” She asked, a small smile gracing her lips.

He smiled back and stood from the table as well, reaching for the hand she had extended out for him. They walked the streets of France all night long and at the end of the night, they stood outside her apartment in the moonlight.

“Thank you for such a great time. I’ll have a lot to write about when I wake up in the morning. I can’t let this experience slip away from me.” Jenna grinned.

CC gave her a crooked smile. “Our adventures don’t have to end.”

Jenna looked into his eyes. She observed the way the moonlight fell on him. It illuminated half his face, and shadowed the rest. He began to move in slowly, in the hopes that she wouldn’t back away from him. She smiled at his advances, and greeted his lips with her own. She felt him embrace her, and she ran her fingers through his hair. It had been the most passionate kiss she ever experienced. When in France, kiss as the French.

Notes

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