"Satine, you really should just try and go on a date or something. It's been over a year since the accident and.."
"Mom okay, I gotta go, I'll call you tomorrow or something. Love you, bye." Satine quickly pushed the "hang up" button on her blackberry and stuffed it deep into her purse. The cold December air biting at her face, she had to get out of this frigid weather. Spying a nearby coffee house, she quickly walked towards it. Immediately the warm air enveloped her and she found a quaint table in a secluded corner. Sitting down, she put her purse on the table and pulled off her gloves. Rubbing her hands together, Satine quietly got a nearby waiter's attention.
"Hello ma'm, how may I help you?"
"I'd like a chai latte and a cinnamon roll, please."
"alright is that all?"
"yes."
"alright, I'll be back with your latte and cinnamon roll in a moment." The two women smiled at each other politely and once again Satine was left alone. She looked around the coffee shop, it was mostly filled with couples too in love to care much about their surroundings. Satine remembered what it felt like to be that in love, to be that selfish, to be that comfortable, to be that happy..
"Enough of that Satine, you're fine.." Satine told herself in her mind.
"Ma'm, your chai latte and cinnamon roll?" the waitress said placing Satine's beverage and small meal on the small black table she sat at.
"Thank you." Satine replied, "How much is it?"
"$8.55" the waitress said, her name tag read "Monet."
Satine reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet, while fumbling for the correct amount of cash a picture fell out onto the table. Monet noticed it and picked it up,
"Oh wow, is that Eiffel Tower?! I've always wanted to go to Paris. You look gorgeous..who's that man?"
Satine looked up confused as to what Monet was talking about. As if a cold bucket of realization had been dumped on her she politely took the picture back,
"Ha yeah, it's beautiful over there. Full of culture, history, and of course romance...but the man, he's a...an old friend of mine." She said vaguely handing Monet the money.
"Oh, thank you. You have a good day, ma'm." the waitress said departing from the table. Satine smiled, then looked down at the picture in her hands. Stroking it softly, she forgot she had this.
It was taken about two years ago, on a bridge next to the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Satine's hair was long then, almost to the middle of her back. Her side sweep bangs covered her left eye partially. She was dressed in all black and had a heavy overcoat on. She was also in the arms of a man. He was tall, Satine's head came up to about his chest. His hair light brown, was styled youthfully, he was skinny but built at the same time. They looked happy and in love.
Satine closed her eyes, the music playing in the coffee shop surrounded her. Cellos, violins, and pianos. All echoed, she indulged herself into the memory of the photograph.
"Je t'aime , même quand vous êtes une douleur dans le cul" he said to her as they looked over the city of Paris.
"What does that mean?" Satine asked looking up at him.
"It means I love you, even when you're being a pain the ass." He joked grabbing her and pulling him into his arms.
She tried to act mad at him, but she couldn't. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stared up at him.
"Je t'aime, toujours." Satine said before kissing him lightly on the lips.
"Ma'm, it's about closing time..are you alright?" Monet asked Satine, snapping her out of her daze. Satine's eyes damp with tears.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I lost track of time...thank you." Quickly she grabbed her things, and patted her eyes dry. Still holding the photograph, she pulled out her wallet once more. She looked around, the coffee house once full of happy couples, and peaceful readers. It was now empty. Satine walked to the doorway and carefully placed the photo back into her wallet. She opened the door a gush of cold wind splashed her, Satine took a deep breath and walked out of the coffee house. Looking down at her wallet, she placed it back into her purse and said quietly, this time aloud,
"I love you, always."
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