singlemalts: (fourteen | let's lie down)
Michel ([personal profile] singlemalts) wrote2021-12-08 03:07 am

open post.








COROT COUNTRY.



firstdeath: (isn't that cute)

[personal profile] firstdeath 2023-04-07 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ”Leave it to Himeno to already have a date lined up!”

The woman laughs to herself at the memory of her coworker’s teasing. True, she ought to be suffering from jet-lag like the rest of her team — the trip from Tokyo to Paris is a long one, to be sure. And yet, Himeno would rather spend the handful of days when they aren’t on the job taking in all that she can. The sounds of tourists, foreign tongues, and street musicians. She wants to people-watch, the well-dressed ladies and debonair men on their way to somewhere special, surely, somewhere entirely separate from her. When will she ever get the chance to exist like this again? Like a phantom in a city she will never know, amongst people who won’t even register her face in their memories.

It’s wonderfully melancholic, the freedom to be anyone and no one at all, if only for a single evening with a man who would enjoy her company without the expectation of sex afterwards. Now, that would shock her coworkers! She doesn’t share that detail with them. Himeno doesn’t need to— off the clock, her life is her life, and she’ll always welcome the unexpected and refreshing. All they need to know is that she would be “back whenever;” she has the number of the hotel, taxi fare, and a light jacket. And everyone knows she never goes anywhere without a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, though this time the brand is French and not her usual Japanese go-to.

She arrives at the small establishment in a very flattering frock, appropriate for the unusually warm evening. She can clean up nicely! It certainly earned her plenty of stares on the métro and the short walk to the bistro. Well, Himeno is a pretty lady and knows it! And, as promised, her hair is delightfully tousled— though sadly from a siesta rather than a pre-dinner romp.

As she strolls up to the entrance, Himeno notices Michel immediately. He is, by far, the most dashing man her eye can see. The glow of the street lamps cast delicious shadows across his visage, and when she boldly wraps her arms around one of his, she can catch the alluring scent of cologne. Himeno almost feels bad for any man who isn’t him, tonight, but she is absolutely happy to be a source of envy, too— how lucky she is!]


Evening, Michel! Hope you weren’t waiting too long. [She grins up at him.] Though if you were, I bet someone would have tried to snap you up already!

I’m ready to start some rumors. Shall we?