VIII

Andrew

            It was passed nine pm and it was still light outside. All outdoor seats had already been invested. Andrew felt slightly relieved when he finally saw Meylee. He stood up and waved at her.

            “Thank you for coming, said Andrew. You look great.

            — What did you want to tell me that was so important? She asked.

            — I really wanted to see you again. What do you drink darling?

            — A Daiquiri, please.

            The place seemed modern. The design was original, in a pop art sort of way. Le Café Jade, located in Saint Germain des Près, attracted connoisseurs and regulars as well as curious passersby eager to sit down. Despite the difficulty, Andrew had managed to find a table near the entrance. This enable him to scan an arrival that seemed like an eternity of that which made her heart beat.

On the turntables, the DJ will literally let loose on the tracks of well balanced with a surprising Niko “Sounf off”, followed by a sequence with unexpected pleasant “Warm on the inside” of Crazy Penis (or Crazy P if wanted to show-off or her jaunty) but who clung perfectly to the cozy atmosphere and tasty evening. Having dipped his lips in a classy drink, he wanted Meylee to be less cold: “I felt that your tone was very serious on the phone. That worried me. What does Andrew? And what was so important that we should absolutely not see each other tonight”, she continued. “I hope it’s not what I think, because we have already discussed this. I’ve been clear with you. We had our moments but it’s all in the past now.

            — Do not be so negative, Mey. Honestly, tell me why you came if you do not know what’s going on? I cannot forget that a woman just like that Meylee. Do not play with my feelings like that, please”, he said, looking at her with glowing eyes at the start the equally suave and about “Tired games” by MJ Cole.

            — I don’t think you know me that well after all. I’m not playing any games with you, said Meylee. I think you’re still swollen reproach myself for coming this evening. And stop looking at me like that.

            — Calm down, calm down Mey, he replied, taking her hands. I suppose you have not eaten. I’ll invite you. You have no right to refuse. I wish. We can stay here or go elsewhere. It’s up to you”.

Andrew had surreptitiously slipped into what he foresaw as a gap in Meylee coldness when he attempted to calm the tension that existed between them. And the gaps in Meylee, he knew. It was this way that he had managed to seduce her in the first place. Perhaps he would have the chance to submit the draft of his life that was tormenting him for some time now. In any case, it was a risk he would take. Otherwise, his life would become meaningless.

            In the Wasquerla family, of which Andrew was the last member, they were booksellers from father to son. In the thirty-six years without a wife or a child, he was captivated by this beautiful creature that had pushed the door of his bookshop that day: Le livre d’Or. He had followed a game where everyone looked for a light from the stack of books, while looking uninterested. He remembered it like it was yesterday. A game of cat and mouse where the cast was not very clear, he finally pounced on her like a delicate predator. Though devoid of claws, it is with his blue eyes that he knew how to keep pests taking that gave way easier than expected for what was become his sole reason for living.

            Andrew loved Meylee, and he took out of proportion to the point where it harmed his business. Perhaps it was love. No doubt he was also suffering. It was not without a superhuman effort he tried to contain his anguish, as pondered how he would announce what his heart heavy with bruises, and to make his dream become a reality.

            They left le café Jade together. Meylee, helped by the wine, seemed more willing to go to his house, even up to his room tonight. If this last destination seemed to be an absolute, Andrew saw a lot more. He had to design a country far more sacred, where the union is created. Where souls meet. Where souls merge.

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