Flowers are releasing their sweet scent leading bee’s to their nectar.
A hot summer breeze pushes through a silent empty street.
Passing by the shining cars parked against the curb all the way to the end to inside the bus stop.
Where a girl is sitting reading a book, she flips to the next page and the wind strokes her hand just to help out.
The sun illuminates the spot around her eyes, her eyes are moving from left to right sometimes going back a word or two.
A guy who is clearly not dressed for this type of weather sits besides her on the bench.
She checks who just sat beside her and he looks back at her and he gives a friendly smile.
He keeps looking at her while she reads.
And she looks back from time to time just when he starts to look at something else.
He doesn’t speak any French but because he wants to express how she makes him feel at that very moment.
He tries in English but she doesn’t seems to understand English very well so he has to think up another way.
In his bag he carries a free guide of the city someone gave to him at the station.
On the back there are some common sentences and in one he finds what he wanted to say.
He reads.
So he tries to connect the part of Quelle Belle Vue with her by pointing and saying it in a poor sounding way.
She laughs covering her mouth and cheeks with her hand.
He takes it as a bad sign and sticks his head out of the bus stop to check if there was a bus coming yet.
While he checks she takes the guide from his hand and finds a word in French to tell him what she thinks.
She reads.
She plays around his eyes with her finger tips, “Do You Like..”
‘What you see’ he thinks, finishing her sentence in his head.
He smiles at her and she gets up and the bus stops in front of them.
She gets on it first, he follows her.
Inside the only one seat left and they sit next to each other.
They continue swapping words and laughing at each others pronunciation of them.
