I Left My Heart In Paris

Chapter 21

Sil vous plait,” Pierre called the waiter as he raised his hand to catch his attention. The waiter saw him and marched up to him pulling out his pen and notepad readily to take their order. “Bonjour monsieur, mademoiselle. Qu’est ce que vous voulez manger comme entrée?" he asked, clicking his ball point pen vehemently.

“Le plat du jour est la soupe d’oignon et le saumon avec des frites.” he reminded them the menu for today. "Ça a l’air délicieux. Pour moi, je pense que je prends du saumon avec des frites et avez vous de la soupe aux champignons?" she asked him politely. “Oui on a de la soupe aux champignons. Vous voulez le plat avec un pain d’ail?” He wondered scribbling down her orders neatly.

“Oui, s'il vous plaît." she grinned scanning the menu again for the drinks. “Et qu’est ce que vous voulez comme un boisson?” He asked still writing down her order. “Avez-vous des boissons sans alcool?” she questioned looking through the menu pages for the non-alcoholic beverages. “Regarde dans la ensuite page.” He assisted flipping through the next page. "Voilà on a beaucoup de sélection à choisir.” He said. "Ça va, je prends juste le jus d’orange et un panier de croissants. Merci.” she demanded giving the man the menu back.

“Genial. Ce sera tout?” he asked, writing down her last order. “Oui,” she replied, looking at Pierre grinning. Then he turned to Pierre ready to take his order. “Et pour vous, monsieur. Qu’est ce que vous voulez manger?” he asked, flipping the next page genially.

“D’accord. Je prends de l'agneau et des frites s’il vous plaît. Et pour la boisson je prends une bouteille de vin rouge s’il vous plaît." He said as the man jotted down his orders confidentially. “D’ac, ce sera tout?” he asked as he finally done with their orders. “Ouais. C’est tout pour le moment merci.” He grinned, passing back the menu to the waiter joyfully.

Camille glared at Pierre and smiled widely. She took out her camera and focused the lens on him quietly. "Pierre, regarde-moi s'il te plait?" she pleaded looking at him through
the camera. "Camille, Tu fais quoi?" he asked, perplexed. "Souris!" she demanded. But instead of smiling, he covered his face with his hand. "Come on, Pierre. You're no fun at all." she joked. "Can you please be serious and smile at the camera?" She begged as she took another picture of him with enthusiasm.

Pierre looked at her and did what she desired. "There, that's more like it." she grinned, snapping a few pictures of him enjoying his drink. "You have a beautiful smile." she complimented truthfully. "Thanks, so do you." he beamed lightly. “What are your plans for today?” asked , picking her nails shyly. “I don’t know what you want to do?” Pierre asked, fuming his cigarette vehemently. “Do you recommend any pastry shops I could try at least?” she questioned, stirring her hot chocolate sluggishly.

“Well, there’s a pastry shop across the street from here. Maybe we could try and have a look,” he suggested. “Sure, that’s a great idea.” she smiled widely. A few minutes later, the waiter came back with their orders. “Alors, un saumon pour vous mademoiselle et pour vous monsieur d’agneau avec de frites. Bon appetit les gars.” she grinned as she went back to work serving other customers.

“Bon, est-ce tu penses de les nourritures Camille?” Pierre asked her as he took a clean napkin from the table and wiped his cutlery. “Je crois que c’est bon.” she beamed biting into the food starving.

“Alors, dis-moi, quelle est ta bouffe préférée?" Pierre questioned stabbing his medium-rare steak on the fork hungry. “Eh bien mon plat préféré est les pâtes. J’adore la cuisine italienne.” she admitted taking another bite of her cooked salmon breathlessly. “Moi aussi. Peut-être que je peux cuisiner des pâtes pour toi, si tu veux. Sans l'aide de Gabriel. Pourrais-tu faire ça pour moi?” she quizzed as her eyes twinkled with joy. “Oui. J’insiste.” he smiled.

“Merci, t’es tellement gentil. Pierre. Je t'aime mais comme un ami.” she said, placing her hand in his. As they finished their meals they left the restaurant to walk to the other side of the road. They walked towards Boulangerie Du Palais and surveyed some scrumptious pastries on display. "Well, what do you have in mind?" he questioned, scanning through the pastries options in the display glass.

"I'll have the Paris Brest please." she said, beaming lightly. "Okay, deux croissants et un Paris Brest s'il vous plaît." Pierre ordered the woman behind the counter. "D'accord ce sera tout?" she quizzed, placing the pastries in the paper bags vigilantly.

"Oui, ce sera tout, merci. Combien?" He asked as he pulled out his purse to pay the woman. "20 euros et 50 centimes s'il vous plaît." She smiled widely. Pierre paid the woman and gave the paper bags to Camille as well as escorting her out of the pastry shop.

They sauntered to the parks and sat on a bench near a pond. Camille took her pastry from Pierre and glanced at him. "I'm sorry, do you want the first bite?" She asked courteously offering her dessert to Pierre nicely. "No thanks, I'm good. Do you want a croissant? I bought two. You can have one if you'd like!" He grinned, passing her a croissant to her. "Merci." She said as she gladly took the pastry in his hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to try mine? I suppose they're delicious." she said pointing to her pastry for him to try. "Well, if you insist." He beamed, opening his mouth wide as she fed him her dessert. "It's good. Thanks!"

"No problem." she twinkled as she took a bite of her half Paris Brest. She wiped her mouth and looked at the sky. Camille took out her camera and focused on the sky taking a picture of the beautiful sky. She moved her camera to Pierre and smirked focusing the lens on him. "Pierre don't move." she said, biting her lip and instantly took a snapshot of him devouring his croissants. "Perfect."

He walked to her and looked at the pictures she took of him. "Nice, would you mind sending these pictures to me?" He asked, pulling out his phone spontaneously.

"Sure. I'll definitely send it to you." she smiled as she began uploading her pictures on her phone and sending them to him. "Great," he said as they continued walking around Lyón together. Pierre looked down and took Camille's hand in his.

"On va retourner à Paris dans deux jours." He said walking to the tram ticket counter to purchase some tickets to go home. "D'accord. Merci de me montrer Lyón Pierre. T'es raison. C'est une ville magnifique." she grinned as they waited for another tram to show up on the tracks. "Derien Camille. Merci d'aller à Lyón avec moi." He beamed, kissing her cheek tenderly.