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variety of colors, so she didn’t know. Perhaps she could slip that question into the conversation as well.
***
Clémence had been watching the street from her balcony for the past hour and a half. Finally, she saw him: Arthur Dubois walking his Jack Russell terrier in his calm, leisurely way.
“Come on!” she exclaimed to Miffy. It was showtime.
The elevator took too long to come so they scurried down the carpeted stairs. Arthur was nowhere in sight, so he must’ve turned a corner. She and Miffy ran. Miffy looked happy; her tongue was out and at times she looked at Clémence sideways with what looked like a smile.
Finally, they spotted him waiting for the traffic to stop so he could cross the street around Trocadéro’s roundabout.
They followed him as he walked past the Cité de l'Architecture and all the tourists taking photos. Arthur didn’t stop to admire the Eiffel Tower like everyone else. The sun was setting and people were very appreciative of the view. There was even a professional photoshoot taking place with a Amazonian brunette standing high in designer heels and a flowy lavender dress. A photographer was snapping away while his assistant was bouncing a light reflector at the model’s face.
Clémence took in the aroma of the waffle and crêpe stand. She threw a few admiring glances at la tour, but tried to keep focused on Arthur. He was going down the steps to the park. There was a long fountain downstairs, and Arthur walked along it. He was heading for the Champs de Mars, Clémence was sure.
After he crossed the Seine river, they were there. The Eiffel Tower, now a dusty rose color, loomed above them in her greatness. Clémence sighed. When it came to la tour, she never ceased to be a tourist. Arthur didn’t seemed fazed at all. Then again, he had probably been living in the 16 th all his life and was jaded by the view.
People picnicked on the grass, drinking wine and eating baguettes with cheese. Clémence had shared some fun memories in the past with her friends on the Champs de Mars, but where there were tourists in Paris, there were pickpockets. Once, her cell phone had almost been taken from her picnic blanket when she wasn’t careful.
Arthur was still leisurely strolling up ahead. She closed in until they were fifteen feet apart. Clémence’s plan was to casually bump into him, but Miffy was too eager. At the sight of Arthur’s dog, she barked and pulled at her leash. Arthur’s Jack Russell turned back and recognized her too. Arthur turned around and noticed Clémence.
The dogs reunited like old friends, licking each other’s faces and wagging their tails in happiness.
“Looks like they missed each other,” Clémence laughed.
A smile even spread on Arthur’s face. She’d never even seen anything close to a smile on him before. He was very smartly dressed tonight, none of his usual sweaters. Instead he wore a light blue dress shirt and an olive colored hunting jacket with dark blue jeans. His chestnut hair was neatly combed like always and his dark eyes were smouldering in the twilight.
He bent down to stroke Miffy.
“ Coucou ,” he whispered to her. “Hey girl.”
Miffy licked his hand and wanted to jumped into his arms it seemed. Clémence was surprised to discover that Arthur had a soft side. He really was a dog lover.
“It looks like she missed you too,” Clémence remarked.
Arthur looked up at her. His brown eyes were the exact shade of his hair. His lips were full and his skin was translucent and flawless. She could see why girls would fall for him. Clémence, however, was not easily swayed by good looks. Arthur did have a big personality defect, not to mention that he was on the top of her suspect list for murdering la gardienne.
“So you’re walking your dog at Champs de Mars now?” he asked briskly. It sounded more like an accusation than small talk.
“Yes. I like this park. Where else would I walk
***
Clémence had been watching the street from her balcony for the past hour and a half. Finally, she saw him: Arthur Dubois walking his Jack Russell terrier in his calm, leisurely way.
“Come on!” she exclaimed to Miffy. It was showtime.
The elevator took too long to come so they scurried down the carpeted stairs. Arthur was nowhere in sight, so he must’ve turned a corner. She and Miffy ran. Miffy looked happy; her tongue was out and at times she looked at Clémence sideways with what looked like a smile.
Finally, they spotted him waiting for the traffic to stop so he could cross the street around Trocadéro’s roundabout.
They followed him as he walked past the Cité de l'Architecture and all the tourists taking photos. Arthur didn’t stop to admire the Eiffel Tower like everyone else. The sun was setting and people were very appreciative of the view. There was even a professional photoshoot taking place with a Amazonian brunette standing high in designer heels and a flowy lavender dress. A photographer was snapping away while his assistant was bouncing a light reflector at the model’s face.
Clémence took in the aroma of the waffle and crêpe stand. She threw a few admiring glances at la tour, but tried to keep focused on Arthur. He was going down the steps to the park. There was a long fountain downstairs, and Arthur walked along it. He was heading for the Champs de Mars, Clémence was sure.
After he crossed the Seine river, they were there. The Eiffel Tower, now a dusty rose color, loomed above them in her greatness. Clémence sighed. When it came to la tour, she never ceased to be a tourist. Arthur didn’t seemed fazed at all. Then again, he had probably been living in the 16 th all his life and was jaded by the view.
People picnicked on the grass, drinking wine and eating baguettes with cheese. Clémence had shared some fun memories in the past with her friends on the Champs de Mars, but where there were tourists in Paris, there were pickpockets. Once, her cell phone had almost been taken from her picnic blanket when she wasn’t careful.
Arthur was still leisurely strolling up ahead. She closed in until they were fifteen feet apart. Clémence’s plan was to casually bump into him, but Miffy was too eager. At the sight of Arthur’s dog, she barked and pulled at her leash. Arthur’s Jack Russell turned back and recognized her too. Arthur turned around and noticed Clémence.
The dogs reunited like old friends, licking each other’s faces and wagging their tails in happiness.
“Looks like they missed each other,” Clémence laughed.
A smile even spread on Arthur’s face. She’d never even seen anything close to a smile on him before. He was very smartly dressed tonight, none of his usual sweaters. Instead he wore a light blue dress shirt and an olive colored hunting jacket with dark blue jeans. His chestnut hair was neatly combed like always and his dark eyes were smouldering in the twilight.
He bent down to stroke Miffy.
“ Coucou ,” he whispered to her. “Hey girl.”
Miffy licked his hand and wanted to jumped into his arms it seemed. Clémence was surprised to discover that Arthur had a soft side. He really was a dog lover.
“It looks like she missed you too,” Clémence remarked.
Arthur looked up at her. His brown eyes were the exact shade of his hair. His lips were full and his skin was translucent and flawless. She could see why girls would fall for him. Clémence, however, was not easily swayed by good looks. Arthur did have a big personality defect, not to mention that he was on the top of her suspect list for murdering la gardienne.
“So you’re walking your dog at Champs de Mars now?” he asked briskly. It sounded more like an accusation than small talk.
“Yes. I like this park. Where else would I walk
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