Josephine & M.A.C😃
HE offered to take the food upstairs and asked her to wait at the security desk, she said she would go up with him "OK" was all he said
"When did u buy this?" she asked
"Two? 2.5 years ago?" "Not sure" he said carelessly
6th came fast... they got off and walked over to the door, she wandered by the elevator
"Arent you afraid to be alone by the elevator" he asked mischievously
"Poda!!" she shook her head smiling...
"Notre Dame is open until 8 I think"
"Once a day is vitamin, two three four five times a day becomes" II was lost for words "Umm... mmm"
"WHAT?" he asked..
"I dont know I am going to think up something by the time you get out" she ran as he chased... there were expensive sofas and coffee tables and end tables and fresh flowers on every lobby... the lobby on 6th no different
She tipped the vase over... he caught her in a second... hauling her...
"Go put the food inside" she begged
"It is technically... inside" he chuckled. The door was open a crack and the food sat there
"If my chutney goes rancid at night I am going to kill you" she laughed as he carried her literally over
his shoulder like Tarzan, a couple got of the elevator, she shoved him in shock sliding off
Leaning on him panting... "Hey" said R&B nodding the couple left
"Lets go" she hissed...
He set things in the frig and she changed her blouse on the blue jeans she wore... sambar stains... she ate like a famine struck woman
They got off the elevator and walked towards the station, "Do u like taking the Metro?" she asked
"This is great, if u figure out where you want to go"
"How did u learn French?" she asked
"Modern School 9-12th and then at CMU..." he said
Dragging her as she lingered by a M.A.C LED board... he walked up taking a call, and did a come up with his hand like "chalo" she waited for ALLL the images to scroll and came up 7 minutes later, he was on the call so he didnt care at first but when she showed up later
The platform was filled with FIVE HUNDRED people returning home from work
"The trains are crowded, its rush hour, u stand there staring an LED?" he was pissed
"Well YOU were on a call too" she accused
"For ONE exact minute" he lied
"i was looking at the various colors of eye shadow, WHY DO U CARE," she spat back
"We cant get to Notre Dame for the next two hours" "thats why"
"How far is it anyway, the phone shows only half hour" she sulked
"IF we get the next one" he hissed
"And its not my honeymoon" she said walking away
"OK... OK... NEW RULES... remember? 6 hours ago?" he dragged her back
"I was just trying to take the next train Mr Bhalla" she said fighting the crowds folding into his chest
He bent down lifted her chin up kissing her right there in the station...
He dragged her back to the wall, they got the 7th or 8th train and reached Notre Dame at 8 Visitor Hours were over... they wandered outside along the bridge
Watching street performers sing, he took pictures on his phone as she softly modulated her voice to match the tune of the lute, he was dressed Napoleon, he was barely 5 feet tall, with a fake moustache
II fought her way to the front and stared him play sing and tap his feet flying in the air to knock his ankles together
She grinned.. admiringly... he extended his hand, she leaned back on him, or so she thought... it was another spectator
By now the Napoleon look alike was on his knees asking for her hand, the woman by her nudged her to give him her hand
She giggled and did...he twirled
"I am not wearing a skirt, its too cold" she explained to him luckily she didnt speak her paragraph or two long essay...
R&B wasnt amused but recorded it nevertheless
He paused and asked "Ne chante u?" he asked
"I dont speak French" she said embarrassed, trying to free her hand desperately
Her braid was up front, he held the edge and walked like it was rope... a good 30 inches long
The crowd went "ooo" she yanked it "OK Thanks" and began scanning the crowd for R&B
The dude again went on his knees and begged "One song?" "Une?" he begged
"No... I dont sing"
"I heard you hum" he said the woman in the front row that stood by her translated for her
"I was just trying to match the tune"
The woman translated it for the dude
"Sing? seeng seeng seeng" he strummed the lute goading the audience to clap
AYYYO!!! II CANT U SHUT UP?
PARIS DELHI HOME OUTSIDE YOU AND YOUR BIG MOUTH
PAADU DI PARIS LA
SING NOW U MORON
RAKSHASAN! where is he now
She scanned again... she spotted him, staring inscrutably
The woman joined her now, "sing"
She began with eyes closed
"Kaho na kaho, yeh aankhen bolti hai oh sanam
Mohabbat ke safar mein"
She sang the first paragraph fully
FABULOUS singer she was... so she just killed it'
Napoleon strummed the lute... and ended up singing the whole song
He held her hand and she bowed.. yanked it free and ran in the direction of Rakshasan's twirling clump of hair errmm head
People watched her join the dude, clapping...
He gave her a half smile
"Josephine?" he mocked softly (Napoleon's wife) getting his wallet out to drop 100EU in the dude's hat
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When they walked up to the door at 10:30 a package awaited, more like a box... it had her name on it, she opened it frantically "MERE LIYE?
MUJHE KISNE YAAD KIYA?" she giggled, he went in as usual
In the box lay M.A.C eye shadow of every shade... like... 35 of them...
he threw in lipsticks too as a bonus, she sat down by the front door, her favorite spot the last three days
stared open mouthed
"Do u need a mirror?" he asked coming back out☺️
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