My coughing fit thankfully ended abruptly, and Peggy, John and I made our way to the door.
"Thanks for stopping by," Thomas told us cheerily, but he held a sincere and genuine tone.
"No problem," Peggy waved, stepping out of the door. "Next stop: YELLOW DRESSES!" I cringed.
John followed her, clutching the small cement turtle to his chest. "Thanks for letting me adopt this little guy," he grinned, letting the door shut behind him. A stream of light shone through the thin glass panes, dust particles clearly visible in the light.
I hesitated, hovering by the exit.
"Hey, Thomas," I called out. The employee made eye contact with me, mentally urging me to continue.
"Thanks. For.. everything." I paused remembering that he had told me he could speak French earlier. At the moment, I was thankful that I had grown up in the Caribbean. Although Thomas and I were polar opposites, at least we has bilingualism in common.
"Je ne savais pas que quelque chose de heureux pourrait être si amusant," I added.
(translation: I didn't know something happy could be so fun. a/n: all around me are familiar faces .)
Thomas's eyes crinkled cheerily as he replied.
"Certains trouvent leur propre fleur spéciale où ils s'y attendent le moins."
(translation: Some people find their own special flower where they least expect it.)
Did he just make a metaphor?
I blinked hard. At Thomas's mention of flowers, I unconsciously fingered the rose, just realizing that the stem had pokey thorns, threatening to tear into my fingertips. I loosened my grip cautiously.
Of course, the Black Magic rose was almost asking for trouble. After all, it had stood out to me because of my dark soul.
I shuddered, hoping that wasn't the reason Thomas had shared his figure of speech with me.
"Hey," Thomas stopped me as I placed my outstretched hand on the door. "I'm eating at 5:00 tonight at La Grenouille, if you would, ah, want to come."
I nodded, and although I had never heard of the restaurant, I instinctively knew it was French. In fact, it translated to mean "the frog." I almost laughed out loud at the name, but covered it with a forced cough.
"Peggy will know where it is," I assured him, swinging the door open. A gust of warm air swirled around me, making my hair fly up.
"See you then!" Thomas called as I stepped out of the small shop. His voice faded as the door shut, and I missed the quietness of the shop. People shoved passed me in large crowds, chattering noisily. I tripped over to Peggy and John uncertainly.
"What took you so long?" Peggy asked. John was still gushing over his turtle, not having noticed me yet.
"Where's La Grenouille at?" I asked out of the blue. Peggy looked incredulous.
"That's... ehem... really expensive, Alex."
"Oh." Thomas hadn't really given specifics. "Every rose has its thorns," I concluded, absentmindedly repeating what the employee had told me.
Peggy glowered in distress. "Watch the metaphors," she growled.
(a/n: im not even paying attention if these are actually metaphors at this point so bear with me )
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Black Roses «Jamilton»
FanfictionPeggy and John somehow manage to drag Alex out from his dorm and into the city. However, the towering skyscrapers are not what Peggy has in mind. Of course, the small, white washed flower shop is the last place Alex wants to go. On the bright side...
