But dear France was admired from a distance. The man was renowned for his exceptional culinary skills and hand crafted works of art only to be isolated. Until that one day.
'Twas a blissful morning as dawn broke and dew glistened.France was strolling down a quiet park carrying some art supplies when he saw a lady weeping. He asked her what was wrong. She simply stared.
"Please miss, I am merely trying to be of assistance." He reasoned.
The lady opened her mouth but she could not speak. Realizing that she was mute, France took a piece of paper, a pencil and handed it to the lady.
"I'm alone." She wrote.
France understood the lady and empathized her. He invited her to tea at a nearby cafe but she politely refused and left. Unable to resist curiosity, France ran and stopped her.
"Please."
The lady stared at France and nodded with a smile. Ecstatic because of her acceptance, the elated man held the lady's wrist and briskly walked whilst chattering away.
After observing carefully, France saw that the woman was in fact, very beautiful. She had mousy curled locks and deep cucumber green eyes. He asked her questions slowly and carefully and she was happy to answer them one by one.
"My name is Isabella Eiffel"
"I am 21 years old"
Curious by her actions, France asked one more question.
"Why are you willing to answer my questions? Are you not scared because I am a stranger?"
The lady raised a brow and giggled. She played with the pencil by spinning it between her fingers and began scribbling on the messy piece of paper.
"But you are my friend. Someone I can trust, are you not?"
The young man stared at Isabella's reply. She certainly was a daring young woman. Sipping his espresso, France smiled and nodded. They shared a few more words, exchanged phone numbers and parted way.
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To Be Continued.
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