"The stars."
"What about them?" he asked, raising a perfect eyebrow, stepping closer. I took a step back with every step he took forward.
"They're watching over us."
He seemed to think about my words before speaking.
"Over us? Or you think they're...
"Pass me the champagne," Saskia said and I reached over and handed her the light green bottle.
"You want?" she asked, holding out the bottle.
"Nah, I don't drink," I said, falling back onto the couch beside Linette.
It was a nice evening in Paris, warm but with a nice breeze. We were all sitting in the open lounge area of a local bar. There was a full moon that casted a soft glow on the city streets. The clinking of glasses and chatter hummed around me as I observed the area. I loved having down time like this, just relaxing.
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"Do you mind if I take this call?" Elliot asked, picking up his phone.
"Go ahead," Yann said as the rest of us nodded. I watched carefully as he got up and hurried across the street to a quieter place.
"Ugh I wish I could drink something stronger," Yann complained, laying his head on Mathieu's lap.
"Yeah you wouldn't be able to walk back home," Mathieu retorted, rolling his eyes and shoving Yann's head off of his lap.
"Yann's the only person I know who would drink for the purpose of getting black out drunk," I chuckled.
"That says a lot," Linette said apprehensively.
"That's basically every American teenagers goal when they go out to party," I laughed, taking a sip of my water.
"Fuck it," Yann mumbled, jumping up to grab the champagne.
"Nah ah ah," I smirked, getting a hold of it before he could reach it.
"Give it," he pouted, lunging at me as I ran around the table.
"Come and get it," I teased, bending my knees into a fighting stance on the other side of the table.
"I hate you," Yann grumbled, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh plea-"
"Where are my keys," Elliot demanded, frantically looking around the lounge area for his car keys.
"Where did you put them?" Saskia asked, getting up to look. I watched Elliot as he searched for the keys in rushed movements.
"Is everything alright?" I asked slowly, noticing his panicked demeanor.
"Fine," he said harshly, his jaw ticking. He found his keys and nearly bolted out of the lounge. I grabbed his wrist as he passed me.
"What-"
"My sister is in the hospital. There now you know," Elliot snarled, yanking his arm away and stalking off.
"Elliot!" Mathieu exclaimed, making him stop abruptly.
"You shouldn't be driving in this state," Linette said quietly, looking at her shoes.
