Part two – April in Paris

July 5, 2020 – Part two – April in Paris

This connects back to the April 21, 2020 writing exercise blog.

The prompt for May was:        When he looked at his reflection . . .

April in Paris – Part II

         When he looked at his reflection, ashen grey with a hint of pale blue about his eyes, he grimaced. The long trek had exhausted him. Maybe his doctor was right; he needed to cut back on work and take it easy. Had he been foolishly gallant to trudge up the stairs of the Eiffel tower with the American woman? 

         Splashing cold water on his face and toweling it dry didn’t improve his color, but he pressed on his most disarming smile and straightened his shirt collar and smoothed back his thinning hair.  Was he too old for her, unsure of her age?  She was the first interesting woman he’d met since – well, since his beloved Penelope died.

         Not just interesting, she was intriguing, that sultry Southern accent and those hazel eyes which seemed to pierce his soul at times.

         Tossing aside the towel he addressed his imagine in the mirror, “Take it easy, enjoy life,” he laughed.

         He left the men’s room and waited for her at a place she’d designated for their rendezvous.

         Bursting out of the ladies’ room her eyes found him and she smiled wide as she approached.  Grabbing his arm with both hands she bubbled, “I must admit my knees are still wobbling from the stairs.  It would be lovely to sit for a while, but I bet that restaurant is reservations only.”

         “When it rains, sometimes there are cancellations,” he said hoping the angels would be merciful to them. He steered her to the mait-re-de and made subtle inquires.

         Moments later, they were ushered to a table, not a window table, but seated at an interior table that had a reasonably good view of the skyline of Paris.

         She leaned forward, whispering across the white linen draped table, “That was short of a miracle.”

         After taking in the opulence of the restaurant and the sweeping aerial view of Paris, her smiling hazel eyes captured his for the longest moment, only to be interrupted by the waiter handing them menus.

         He felt a blush coming into his cheeks, admit it you old fool, you are smitten.

This connects back to the April 21, 2020 blog, April in Paris