The Girl on the Metro PART 4

After they finished with the dinner, they washed the plates and forks used and Pierre suggested that they rest a little by drinking what is left in the bottle of wine and stretching on the sofa. There wasn’t much wine left, though. The bottle was already halved when they started dining.

So Amélie sat down at the right end of the sofa and Lisa came running to her and positioned herself on her lap, and Pierre sat down at the other end fearing that Liza would attack him.

"Are you seriously still afraid of her?" asked Amélie with eyes wide open. She had quite the expressive face.

"I don't particularly like dogs. Let alone wolfdogs."

"No but it's fine," she said while caressing Liza. "Come and try patting her on the head. She loves it when someone does that".

"Are you sure it's safe?"

"Yes, no worries. You're not the first stranger to do that to her".

"Well, did the other strangers lose a finger or something?" He said jokingly.

"Man up and come and touch her, Pierre".

"Alright. Here we go." And slowly, he got closer and closer to Liza and Amélie. He moved his left hand steadily towards Liza's head and was about to pull it back when Amélie caught it and gently put it on Liza's head. Then she let it go and his hand rested motionlessly on the pet's head.

"Isn't that cute? Look at how she's slightly closing her eyes! She loves it!” she said with a few hand signs and shiny eyes.

"Alright, phew, no casualties, just a near heart attack experience". And he slowly moved his hand from Liza to Amélie's shoulder and patted her twice saying, "You're really good at handling dogs, I see".

At this point, Amélie glared at Pierre and said, "Don't do anything stupid, Monseigneur. I can easily communicate to her to rip you to pieces tonight," she threatened him jokingly.

"Anything stupid like what?" He said, and he proceeded to patting her on the head, "Like this?” and soon he started caressing her long soft hair and playing with it like a baby does with a doll.

Amélie secretively liked this. She didn’t protest or do anything but was only caressing Liza and enjoying Pierre’s gentle massage on her scalp.

After a few minutes, he got even closer to her and laid his hand gently on her shoulders and made sure to find his way to her upper arm and then he squeezed her to his chest. He followed this by saying that he was having fun and she nodded. She didn’t see him moving his lips and he wondered if she could understand him.

Amélie got a bit nervous, and she stopped caressing Liza and laid her head on his chest. Then she waved, “I can hear just fine from this distance. I’m having a lot of fun as well. You're a good conversationalist, I must admit".

Then Pierre grabbed her right hand and wrapped his arm around her and said, "Show me your palm. I'm gonna tell you about your future."

"You're a clairvoyant now?"

"Yes, I do this part-time,” and he opened her palm gently, “I can't see the lines in your hand, haven't you held anything in your life?"

She chuckled at this. "I'm working at L’Oréal. What did you expect?"

"Yeah, sure, well, I can see the most essential ones. So," while showing her the life line on her palm, "you're gonna have... up to twenty children and you're gonna live in a tiny apartment in Paris in a building that is a bit newer than this one in the 10éme Arrondissement".

"Yeah, right. Twenty children in a tiny apartment with a husband- that's 21 children".

"Yeah, it'll be fun. Trust me. I can see the future. And holly shit, you're gonna be so happy taking care of all of them. I can see it in this line over here," while pointing at some random line in her palm.

“Wow, you’re really good at this,” she said while smiling. Her face turned red because their physical proximity made her feel uncomfortable while Pierre still had an ice cold composure.

“I know I am,” he said in a low voice. “Now take my palm and tell me what’s gonna happen to me”.

“Alright”, she waved. “Now, let me see. You’re gonna live a long happy life back in Montréal, and although you hate dogs, you’re gonna own one” and she looked up to him.

Pierre just smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

Not knowing what to do, Amélie buffered for a few seconds and then said, “You know that we’ve just met a few hours ago, Monseigneur?”

“I feel like I’ve known you my entire life. Come here,” he said while grabbing her by the neck and engaging in one of those passionate French kisses you see in movies.

Liza jumped off Amélie’s lap and found her way to her cozy maisonnette.

A few minutes later, Amélie pushed Pierre away and without waving a sign, she stood up and headed to her bedroom.

Pierre asked her, “Are you okay?”

She said, “Oui, follow me”.

“Is Liza coming?” he said while grinning.

To this, she just rolled her eyes and went in letting her door close slowly. Pierre held the door from slamming shut just in the right time, and he got in to find Amélie undressing.

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Last night for Amélie was like a second reborn for her. She experienced love and affection like she never did before and when she woke up the next day, as nature postulates, she craved for more. The first thing she wanted to do was to be around Pierre and carry on living her amazing dream.

Her alarm rang at 9:00 am like everyday. It was an unusually sunny Thursday morning in Paris and sunbeams slipped through the balcony windows and laid on her paintings, rendering them more lively. Usually, it would be just another day at the office for her. But this day was special. It was the first day of her new self.

She woke with such positive attitude towards life and herself. She, again, found le joie de vivre that many people spend their lives chasing and realized that she attained it so she decided to hold on to it as firmly as she could.

She rolled to her side and slammed the alarm shut and then dropped her short legs on the floor and stretched like she never did before. Indeed, it was like a baby who was just born twitching and moving his/her limbs around feeling that they exist.

She looked at the other side of the bed but Pierre was not there. She assumed he was preparing the breakfast in the kitchen.

So she jumped out of her bed singing “La Vie en Rose” in her head and walked in the kitchen to find Liza eating her breakfast and the smell of some fresh croissants chaux in the air.

She leaned on Liza and caressed her a little to which the shewolfdog reacted by barking a few times and licking her hand, and then she dropped her sight around the apartment and couldn’t see Pierre. 

She took a little walk around the flat looking for him to say bonjour: she checked the living room and then knocked twice on the bathroom but there was no one. This made her a bit confused as Pierre had suddenly vanished leaving Liza her breakfast and a bag of croissants for her. “Maybe he will come back later?” she thought.

She started feeling a bit anxious and went back to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast. So she took the bag of croissants off the table to find a note underneath it that said, “Meet me today at Victor Hugo metro station platform at 7:00 PM”.

She read this note and anxiety struck her like a thunderbolt. She started overthinking many things at the same time such as: could he have used her for pleasure and all she thought was special was just her fantasy? How could he not leave a businesscard or a phone number she can reach out to him with? Why did he decide to take the time to buy her croissant and made Liza eat her breakfast if he only used her for sex? What if he doesn’t show up later? What if he is some sort of a psychopath and he now knows where she lives? What if he comes at night and breaks through, she won’t even be able to hear him? And millions of other twisted scenarios came to life in her mind simultaneously.

All of this anxiety suddenly transformed into heated anger and she took the croissants and threw them in the trash.

The level of arousal was so much, that she had to go back to old habits. She took her pack of Gauloises cigarettes out of the closet and sat down in her pyjamas and a cup of brewed coffee in the balcony. Delving into her dark thoughts, she just smoked her cigarettes and sipped her coffee as warm breeze caressed her red cheeks. Random pedestrians, cars and birds walked, passed and flew by her balcony. A few minutes later, Liza joined her. With her front limbs crossed and her eyes wide open observing Amélie's forlorn state, Liza was whimpreing her life out.