I Left My Heart In Paris

Chapter 14

“Pierre, je suis de retour.” Gabriel called, opening the front door and entered into the living room looking as fresh as a daisy. "Où étais-tu?" Pierre questioned looking up from him on the couch.

“Je suis chez Mathilde hier soir. On a bu beaucoup d'alcool et maintenant je ne me sens pas bien. Je pense que je suis ivre.” He admitted plopping down on the couch beside him. “Tu veux fais quoi aujourd'hui?” Gabriel questioned turning to him and palm his face exhaustedly.

“Je crois que je veux aller au musée. Tu veux venir?” he asked as he put on his coat and opened the door. “Bien sûr, laisse-moi prendre mon manteau.” He said as he got up and slipped on his coat as well.

They walked out of the apartment and Pierre saw Camille getting ready to go out. She turned to him and smiled. “Rebonjour.” she greeted as she kept her keys in her bag and looked at him contentedly.

“Rebonjour. Ca va?” she asked politely.

“Ca va tres bien.” he grinned as he turned to his best friend awkwardly.

“Mec tu es prêt? Qui est cette belle meuf?” Gabriel asked as he shut the door behind him and glanced at her happily.

“Mec, c’est Camille. Notre nouvelle voisine. Elle a juste emménagé hier.” He said as he introduced her to his friend joyfully.

“Salut, moi je suis Gabriel. Enchante.” he greeted as they gladly shook hands with each other. “Camille. Ravi de vous rencontrer.” she beamed as well as shaking hands with him.

“Where are you guys heading?” she wondered with a huge smile on her face.

“We are going to the museum, do you wanna come with us?” He suggested walking to the narrow flights of stairs. “You’re inviting me?” she twinkled walking down the stairs with Pierre and Gabriel together.

“Yeah.” he said, looking at her. “Okay.” she smiled as they joined them to go to the museum.

They looked at each other as they slowly walked down the stairs at an easy rate.

“Alors, comment se passe ta journée?” Pierre questioned turning to her happily.

“C'est très bien. Comme d’habitude.” she smiled as they walked down the Montmatre’s staircase to the nearest train station.

“Gabriel…” Pierre called as they suddenly stopped in their tracks. “Quoi?” he asked, turning around baffled.

“Tu vas où? La gare est par ici connard.” He chuckled, pointing to the right direction. “Ah ouais? Désolé mec, je suis perdu.” He apologized walking straight to the metro. “Is he always this lost?” Camille asked giggling at their hilarious remarks.

“Not at all… he’s always been the crazy one.” Pierre replied honestly as they made their way down the metro.

“Pierre je vais acheter des billets de train. Bouge pas.” He said as he moved to the ticket counter to purchase the tickets. “Bonjour, trois billets pour Musée Du Louvre s’il vous plaît.” He demanded politely.

Camille leaned against the wall and scrolled through her social media. “Tu fais quoi?” Pierre questioned standing next to her. “Rien. Tu m'as suivi sur les réseaux sociaux?” She wondered looking up at him, perplexed.

“Ouais, j’ai fait… tu prends beaucoup de belles photos.” He professed going on social media as well. “Merci. T’es vraiment gentil. Toi aussi. J’adore votre compte.” she beamed softly.

“Merci…” he thanked her and waited for Gabriel to come back for the tickets. Luckily, he’s finally back with three tickets in his hands.

“Camille. Voici ton ticket.” he said as he handed her her ticket.