Inexperienced novel Chapter 28

Three weeks later...

I smile at my new identification. Winter Smyth it read. A weird name but it was a name nothing less. Everything was coming in order. I managed to already get an apartment, snag a last minute job, and recreate my image. There was no afro anymore, I got my hair done up in blonde and black box braids, my once green-hazel eyes were now a nice shade of brown, my nose now held a septum and nose piercing, my face was framed with a pair of cute but fake black eye glasses, making my face look thinner, and I was dressed in an outfit I would never dress myself up in which was a cute black sweater crop top, with ripped jeans, and black and white vans. I smile at my image in the mirror, who knew hair with a little makeup and accessories can make you look like a whole different person. I had to be very careful though because the one thing I can't change and never will would be my dark skin. Since Marquis has described me to all his friends around the world I know that they would be on the lookout for an African American and even though there were a lot of dark skinned women here, there was only a certain amount, which means there is a chance they can come across me. My landline rings and I answer it.

"Hé, tu vas être en retard au travail," (Hey, you're going to be late for work) Crile informs me, causing me to whip my head towards the clock and see that he's right. I have five minutes.

"Oh, mon Dieu! Merci, je vous promets que je suis sur mon chemin (Oh my gosh! Thank you, I promise I'm om my way) I reply quickly.

"Vous êtes les bienvenus, vous devriez envisager dobtenir un téléphone cellulaire (You're welcome, you should consider getting a cell phone) He replies.

"Crois-moi, jy suis." (Trust me, I'm on it.) I reply and that gets a chuckle out of him.

"Je l'espère. Bon à bientôt." (I hope so. Alright see you soon.) He replies.

"Au revoir." (Bye) I say before hanging up. Quickly I grab my belongings and rush out the door. It takes me about ten minutes to get to the book store. I apologize to Crile.

"C'est bon. Mais nen fais pas une habitude." (It's fine, just don't make it a habit.) He replies and I smile.

"Promets-moi que je ne le feras pas." (Promise I won't) I reply with a smile and then go to clock in and start work.

***

Five hours have passed. Which means in about ten minutes I was off and I was free to explore the city. Well more like go shopping for a new cell phone. Currently I'm standing on my tiptoes and returning a book to its shelf. I smile slightly as I remember how a similar moment like this, led me to meet the most amazing yet stubborn person I've ever met.

"Est-ce que le livre est vraiment si bon?" (Is the book really that good?) A deep voice asks suddenly behind me causing me to jump. I look down at the title of the book Princesse de sang et dos (Princess of Blood and Bone) it read. I then turn my eyes going from the book to a very handsome yet nerdy looking man. With his black eyeglasses and little bowtie.

"Désolé, vous étiez juste souriant au livre et jai pensé " He says with a sheepish smile. (Sorry you were just smiling at the book and I thought...)

"Oh non, tu es bon. cest un très bon livre. Je le recommande." (Oh no you're good. It is a very good book. I recommend it.) I reply.

"Merci, mais je cherchais en fait lhorreur, section mystère," (Thank you but I was actually looking for the horror, mystery section.) He replies and I blush slightly, and place the book in its rightful place.

"Cest vrai, de cette façon," (Right this way.) I say and lead him to the section. He smiles and thanks me. I nod and then head back to the fiction section.

"excusez-moi, mais personne nest à la caisse. Peux-tu" (Excuse me but no one is at the checkout desk. can you...)

"Oui. Désolé," (Yes, sorry about that.) I say interrupting him and heading to the checkout desk. Surprised at how many books he had gotten in a couple of minutes. We make it there and he hands over the books along with his card and I begin to check them out.

"Bon désolé, bonne jour née." (Right sorry, have a nice day) He says bashfully and heads on his way.

"Sorry," I softly whisper as the door closes but another one of my rules was to not make any friends. After I ran from Florida and three of the greatest people I've ever met confronted me of faking my relationships with them, I knew I couldn't hurt anyone else after that. Making no friends would help with that greatly. Plus I can't trust anyone...Not after what happened with Ale. Sighing I look up at the clock and see that it was time for me to leave.

"Crile, Je pars, mon service est terminé" (Crile I'm leaving. My shift has ended.) I shout out.

"Bien. Au revoir." (Alright. Bye.) He says. I know, what a boss. Exiting the building I decide to just take a taxi further down into the city to find a phone store. If I had a phone I could just look up phone stores near me and find one...If I had a phone then I wouldn't need to go to the phone store in the first place. All is forgotten at the sights that pass by and the ones in front of me. Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to go to France. Live here maybe, and fall in love. (I know I'm a hopeless romantic) Having the parents I do, they would always persists on going on a family vacation. Then they told me that if I wanted to move there then they would as well. I would rather be here on other circumstances but I'm glad I'm here.

I thank the driver and get out of the car. Deciding that since I have some time I would just wander around and enter whatever store catches my interest.

***

After a couple of hours of shopping and looking around I come across a phone store.

"Hmm looks nice enough," I murmur. I could care less about what type of phone I have, as long as it has the necessities I need, I'm good. I enter and smile slightly at the cute chime that indicates when a customer has entered. My eyes wander around and I do as well, making sure to keep my face hidden from the cameras but making it look as if I didn't know I wasn't doing it. My eyes land on the newest iPhone and I can't help but like how pretty it looks, especially in the color red. Not wanting to be here any longer I walk up to the desk and ring the bell, reaching in my purse for my wallet.

"Salut, bienvenue. Comment puis-je vous aider aujourdhui?." (Hi, welcome. How may I help you today?) A familiar voice asks. I look up and meet a very familiar pair of eyes covered in black eye glasses. You've got to be kidding me. The man from the book store?