Paris Alone

Sam spent the train ride to Paris in a haze. She had lined up everything. There was not single thing she forgot. He had nothing to do the rest of the day. Why did he not want to get on the train with her. They had spend so much time chatting over the last month that she thought that is exactly what he wanted. The way he dropped her hand and said he had other stuff to take care of was not how she had anticipated his response.

Sam made it to Paris and tried to have a good time with Michael and Jane. Saturday Jane convinced her to go to the club. The club was loud, hot, and the music intoxicating. Sam could feel herself start to relax.

The sweet feeling of waking up after a good nights rest, conscience was coming back to Sam. She was coming back from one of those sleeps where you a don't know what day it is. When you don't know if it is a Saturday with nothing planed and you can wake up slowly or a Monday morning and you missed the alarm and at any moment you have going to figure out it is Monday and are going to have to jump out of bed. She decides it is Saturday and enjoys to warmth of the satin sheets. Satin? Her sheet are flannel. Her eye pop open but the sun is coming through a loft window right in her face. As she turn her face to avoid the harsh light she is finds herself looking right in to the green eyes of a man with day old stubble and tasseled frosted tip hair, and no shirt. Good looking at first glance. Sam can't remember a thing since letting go to the music in the club and was trying to piece things together when her bedfellow says "morning you sexy thing." Still in assessment mode, Sam give a weak smile. The silence is awkward. Going to sit up Sam discovers she is naked from the waist up wearing only her underwear. She can see her dress neatly folded in a chair on the opposite side of the bed with her shoes below it. If she is going to make a run for it she would have to go through the strange man, that was no stranger to the gym. Figuring she was still alive she might as well not rush anything. Laying back down she gingerly approaches the subject. "What happened? I can't remember a thing. I hope it was a good time." Laughing he responds "it was a good time." Sam gave another weak smile and responded "no my normal MO, at least not since college. I may have pushed my boss too far, and that has had me stressed."

"You don't have to repeat yourself, girl. You told me all about it last night. Life is complicated."

"I was not in the right mind the last couple of day, so don't read too much into this." she said making a hand gesture pointing to the two of them hoping to let him down easy.

He laughed, "Sweet heart, you don't have the right equipment to for the stuff I like to read." When Sam looked a little let down, he quickly followed, "Not that I don't think you are attractive. But, I like my bodies a little more.. manly." It became instantly clear to Sam what he was trying to say and the relief showed up on her face. To which he replied "ouch, would it have been that bad." Sam laughed, feeling the tension leave, "no, I just don't like loosing control and I felt out of control there for a moment."

"You are welcome." He said. "A wake of vultures were coming for you at the club, they can see easy prey. You must have lost your friends." Sam remembered Michael and Jane, they must be worried. She started scanning the room, her new friend knowingly reached for a phone on the night stand and handed it to her, "It is dead, I am not an Apple guy, so I don't have a charger. Sorry." After all he did he was going to apologize for not charging her phone. "Don't apologize, you have done more than enough already. But, I better get going." Clutching the sheets she looked uncertain on how to retrieve her clothes. With a laugh he rolled out of bed, "You were not so inhibited last night. I will go make you a Kale smoothie for the road."

"How do you know I would drink something like that" Sam inquired.

"With a body like that you don't eat a Full English for breakfast."

Blushing she have him a quick thank you and he left her to dress. She dressed quickly, her low cut club dress was going to feel very conspicuous on the Paris streets on a Sunday morning but that concern seemed to fade away as the weight of the mess she created was floating back down. Worried about giving her friends an update that she was still alive she grabbed her smoothie, gave her protector a quick hug and headed at the door. As she was closing the door he called out, "if the thing with Steven does not work out, I have some friends that would not turn down your requests for adventure."

Sam found a place to charge her phone and to give her friends an update. She was not wanting to talk to anyone so she just spend the day sitting and watching people on the Promenade Plantee and ruminated about Friday.

Fuck. Tomorrow was going to be hard. The last two days were hard. Sam was sure after the joking firing that Steven gave her she was absolutely fired now. She over estimated her ability to pull Steven on an adventure. Sam rambled to herself trying to figure out where she went wrong, "Maybe the happy baby pose was a bit too much. Maybe I quiefed in his face. It was the tee, he is not a tee drinker. Everything was going great until I started walking away and asked him to take off work." The sun was getting low and Sam needed to find a train back to London. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, time to put on a stiff upper lip and let the past be the past and deal with tomorrow when it gets here. Or pretend it never happened."