Bonjour, Sebastian

As my head hit the pillow, I worried I wouldn’t be able to sleep, but my fears were unfounded. I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep and didn’t wake up until my alarm went off at 9 AM.

I lay in bed for a few minutes after waking up, luxuriating in the crisp feel of the sheets and basking in the early morning sunshine that crept through my window. I’d forgotten to draw the shades last night and I could see that it was the beginning of a beautiful day outside.

I took more time with my hair and makeup than usual, which is to say I actually put some makeup on -- normally, I just slapped some water on my face and ran a comb through my hair and was ready to go. As I applied a deep burgundy shade of lipstick, I wondered when I’d last even worn lipstick. I couldn’t remember.

At five minutes to ten, I walked down the stairs. It being a Sunday morning, not many people were in the lobby. As I reached the last step, I saw him. He was seated on one of the sofas reading the paper. He wore gray slacks and a blue button-down shirt. I was glad I’d decided to wear a skirt instead of jeans.

I walked up to him and said, “Bonjour, Sebastian.”

He put the paper down and stood up. Reaching out to grab both of my hands, he smiled.

“Now that the sun has come out, the day can begin.”

“Do they make all French boys take a class in pick-up lines or something?”

“I’ve never heard this phrase before. What is a pick-up line?”

“A pick-up line is what a boy says to a girl he – he likes to try and get her attention.”

“Ah, I think I understand. So did it work? Have I ‘picked’ you up?”

I pulled my hands away and chuckled, hoping he couldn’t tell my heartbeat was going at a million miles per hour. I wondered if he could hear it.

“Bien, well I have our day all planned out. We will go to Versailles and later enjoy a late lunch at this wonderful restaurant I know near your hotel. Then I will bring Cendrillon back before she turns into a pumpkin.”

I laughed at him. “How does that sound, Emily?” he asked, his eyes smiling at me.

“It sounds great, Sebastian.”

“Then let us be on our way.”

I followed him out of the hotel as though I was walking on air.

The End

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