You’ll Never Believe It: The Romance in France
By J.A Michael
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Marc's was a wall street banker from New York, he had a well paying job and the world at his finger tips. He drove the best cars, he slept in all the best hotels and had it all. He was a handsome young man and women usually flocked to him but he spent the majority of his time sitting at a tiny table in a dimly lit cafe in Paris with a cold cup of coffee and newspaper in front of him as his eyes followed the young waitress going table to table assisting customers. The petite strawberry blonde waitress making her rounds about the cafe finally getting to Marc's table greeted him with a unsurprised grim, he knew she was eyeing the cup of coffee that he hardly touched. For the pass week he ordered the same drink and hardly touched it, Marc wasn't there for the coffee he was the for the waitress, Saliah.
"Enjoying your coffee?" Saliah giggle as she teased Marc. He smiled before he replied, "I'm hoping to enjoy you." Marc responded. "I mean, your company." Correcting himself slowly with a flirtatious smile. His charm made Saliah melt ,that is why having made small talk all week she agreed to see him outside of the shop as more then just a customer. She just smiled and collected the cold coffee from Marc's table and continued to kitchen. Marc's eyes glued to her, he couldn't help but watch her from behind as she walked away. Her kaki work pants fitted her so well showing off the curves she was blessed with, and oh was she blessed.