"Il n'y a pas de mensonge, je ne te ferais pas pleurer. Je t'aime..." A man with a guitar sang 'I Love You' by The Bees in French, his high voice and light strumming ringing in my ears.
As I sipped my coffee I flipped through the pages of the book I had to read for class. The song gets louder, and I look at the man. His eyes are squeezed together in perfect bliss, his singing as passionate as the look on his face.
I take a quick scan of the room. My eyes scroll past a redhead wearing a red beret drinking from her cardboard coffee cup. My eyes force me to take a double take. I know that nose from anywhere.
"Beverly?" My voice is forced out unwillingly. She looks up, her eyes widening. "Rachel?" She asks, shocked. She stands and walks to my table, her eyes on mine the whole time.
"Oh my god, what are you doing here?" She laughed as she sat down. I shrugged,"Class trip! I can't believe it- of all the stranger I could meet in Paris, I meet the Beverly Marsh!" She cracks a smile.
"So, what are you doing in this beautiful city?" I ask. "Oh, I live here." "Really?" I asked, taken back. "Yeah. My Aunt knew I needed a fresh start, so why not a different continent?" She laughed. I laughed too. It felt good to laugh with her again.
"Where do you go to school?" She asked, drinking her drink. "NYU. I'm majoring in French studies and marine biology." "That sounds so cool." Her smile was wide.
We talked about her moving to Paris with her Aunt Janet when she was 13, and how much she missed all of us from back home.
We were playing 'the favorite' game, where you ask the person what their favorite whatever was, and you both answered. "What's your favorite...TV show?" Bev asked. "Oooh! I don't know...probably How I Met Your Mother." "That's a good one! Mine is without a doubt, Friends." I shrugged,"I've never seen it." She gasped loudly, causing the whole restaurant to look at her. "Never?" She asked, bewildered. I nodded.
The day was winding down, the sun settling behind the cloud, erupting in a puff of orange and pink. "The shop closes in about five minutes, so I was wondering if-" She sounded nervous. She looked down at the floor,"i-if, um-" "Awe c'mon, you sound like stuttering Bill." I laughed. She laughed back. "If you wanted to come back to my apartment and spend the night, since you don't have your own and all."
"I'd love that. Got any good movies?" I asked bemusedly. "Of course." She grinned. "I have the entire Friends show on dvd." She smirked, linking her arm with mine.
Her apartment building was tall and yellow, with little baloney's on a few apartments. Her's was in the middle of the building. We walked up the white iron stairs to her place.
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