It feels like Paris. It’s dark out, but there’s too many lights from the city to actually comprehend that there could ever be night. The candle is burning low in some scent of linen that makes me think of clouds.

He has some cute little music playing, in French of course. He told me that he’d learned some famous cuisines from his trip in France, and he wanted to try them out on me. I’ve never had a man cook for me – especially one who’s as cultured as him.

He dances around to the cute little “Suis-moi,” and I tap my feet. Is he singing? I start to laugh, and he glances back at me and grins. When I first met Adam, I never imagined that such a goofy character could be as brilliant as the nation’s top neurosurgeon.

He’d run into me while walking sideways to keep one eye on one of the city’s monuments, and I had been honored with the task of gathering coffee for my coworkers that morning. My first thoughts were not very kind of this idiot clumsily slamming into me, and I was so upset that I showed up to work without it. He had apologized at least twelve times and would have gone further had I not stomped away, but he actually followed me!

At first, I thought he had been standing in awe at the huge business building that I worked in, and it had scared him off. I smirked to myself. What did that little guy think I was or something? I don’t know. I was just really angry. Well, this wasn’t the last I’d see of old Adam. He showed back up at my work on my floor carrying all of the coffee I had dropped. Of course, it wasn’t the way they were supposed to be ordered, but how was he supposed to know?

He later told me that he’d found me by asking the man at the front desk which floor the angry looking woman had headed to. All of my girlfriends were quite impressed, not only with his smart, photographer looking smile, but also his initiative to follow me. He obviously wasn’t a city dweller, and I had always told myself that I would never marry a city man.

“Do you like Brussel sprouts?”

“Yeah,” I laugh nervously.

“Magnifique,” he says with a grin. I smell the green little “healthy foods” start to seam, and it’s mixed with olive oil and pepper. The other spices waft in circles over our heads, drowning out the candles, and I close my eyes and tug my librarian sweater tighter around my shoulders. Though steam is supposed to be warm, I feel these cold chills traveling down my arms.

After Adam delivered the coffee, he told me that he absolutely was not going to leave until I agreed to let him make it up to me by taking me out. They guys at the office sneered at his corny behavior, while the girls all swooned, but I honestly wasn’t used to being asked out.

I had recently lost twenty pounds but was still seen as the “fat girl” of the workplace, so I was so much at a loss that I just grinned and handed him my number. He said something in French, bowed and winked at me as he left. They entire workplace erupted in laughter and excited chatter. This was the most exciting thing that had happened in a while, and I was filled with both butterflies and dread.

“Le petit…” I heard Adam murmur, and the smoke from the chicken moved over to the table. I could practically taste it. It reminded me of where I had agreed to meet him for our first date. Downtown Diner. I had never been to a diner, and much to my horror, it wasn’t exactly a diet friendly place. When Adam showed up, with his huge smile, librarian glasses, and thick peppered hair combed across his forehead in loose waves, I couldn’t help but think of how he was so very attractive.

“Hey Anna, do you know where this song is from?” He calls out.

“Um, no. Where?”

He flashes me his signature grin. “Have you ever read ‘The Little Prince?'”

“No?”

He walks over, half skipping to the bouncy music. It’s so like him! This could be his theme song. He sits across from me and blows out the candle.

“Ugh, I didn’t have anything but a scented candle, and I figured it would be fine with my cooking. But it smells a lot better than I thought it would. It actually smells good. Like an actual meal. Don’t ya think?”

“Yeah,” I laugh. I want to ask him why he has a scented candle.

“Well, after we eat, we’re going to watch that movie. Don’t worry,” he smirks. “I won’t trouble you by showing the French version.”

“I appreciate that.”

He bursts with laughter, like even being a little flirty was too much for his personality. He’s always just so happy, and I have no idea how. I always want to ask him.

He went through the trouble of asking me everything that I liked to eat when he saw that I was having trouble with the menu at the diner. I tried to act annoyed, but Adam never catches these things. Either that, or he doesn’t care. Just like when I spilled the coffee everywhere. I kept growling that it was fine, but it’s as if Adam either knew that it wasn’t or didn’t feel that it was fine in his mind. I finally decided that I wasn’t going to be one of those girls and just let him order whatever for me. It ended up being really good, but the conversation was even better.

“Oh my gosh, Anna! This chicken looks so good!”

“Better than the first time you cooked it?”

“I’ve never cooked it before!” He laughs.

Adam is an expert in just about everything that he does. By the end of our first date, he figured out that I wasn’t exactly a very outgoing person, but he got me talking enough to know that I’d had past relationship problems…as in, I’ve never actually dated. I blame my confidence problems. The closest that I ever came to a date was with Brad – the popular linebacker from high school – who tried to woo me on a dare because he just assumed that I was a virgin, as one of my dear friends took the trouble of finding out for me.

Shudders go up my arm, and I smell the rolls in the oven, mixed with the spices and the chicken. The combination sounds disgusting, but it’s actually so delicious smelling that I can almost block out all of my horrible memories.

Ah, bread. My old friend. Immediately upon discovering the “Brad Plan” — as we latter came to call it – I want to the bathroom and threw up everything I’d had for breakfast. Unfortunately, my eating disorder did not result in my starving myself, but it was one of the other kinds. And resulted in some horrifying introverted phase similar to a goth phase. And I explained all of this to Adam. On our first date. As my excuse for not being able to talk very well.

I was mortified. And he looked mortified, too. As my insides wrung themselves dry, and I could feel the chocolate waffles traveling back up my stomach, Adam stared to laugh. He told me that he thought Brad was a total jerk and hoped that he had a horrible life now, and to beat it all, Adam then told me that Brad was a bland, uninteresting name.

“Hey Adam, do you have this song on repeat, or something?”

“I sure do! It’s really great. The only other song in the playlist that has words is really sad, and you can tell it’s depressing even without knowing what it’s saying.”

“I hope this movie isn’t sad.”

“Oh, you will probably cry.”

“Cry?”

“Yeah, probably.” He smiles sheepishly and shrugs. “But it is one of those things that make you the better for it at the end. I mean, I cried.”

Precious Adam. I was honestly shocked when he asked me for a second date. I had thought that the first one was a disaster. I agreed, though I tried not to sound too enthusiastic. And I later regretted not showing more emotion because, what if I had acted too uninterested? And Adam is very handsome, almost a dorky sort of handsome, but better looking than me, especially when I look at him with a demeanor that isn’t furious. But thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice.

He had decided to play it a little safer. By taking me to a drive in movie. I’ll be honest, I was not thrilled at watching some old movie outside amidst the bugs and damp air, but I’m a boring person. And I didn’t want him to know that, so I agreed, just praying that I would have a better time than what I was expecting.

A whiff of salad dressing joins the combination.

“Adam, are you making a salad?”

“Yeah.”

“With the chicken and the bread and the brussel sprouts?”

“This is a four course meal!” Adam laughs. “That’s how they do it over there. Dinner is a huge deal. It’s more of a feast,” he adds, raising an eyebrow at me.

Our second date turned out to be one of the most fun times I’ve ever had. It was a silent film, and it was interesting seeing how humor back them and humor now are so different. But we mostly talked. I explained to him that I worked out regularly. I had made this decision in my first year of college because I wanted to clean myself up and show Brad and all those other brats just how beautiful I could be, though I knew in the back of my mind that they would never notice. Fortunately, I refrained from sharing this information. He told me that he wasn’t much of a gym guy, and he preferred hiking, boating, and basically anything that could easily become an adventure. I was honestly terrified because we’re so different. I didn’t want to lose him.

It was also on this date, only a week ago, that he told me he had pushed me into going on a date with him because he could tell that I needed a friend. I remember my heart dropping through my chest, but he continued. And then he told me that he really liked me, and he asked me – as in actually asked me – if he could hold my hand.

I never knew that it could actually happen, but my cheeks were so red that I smiled. But Adam wasn’t looking, or he pretended not to notice. He was watching the movie.

He asked me where I wanted to go for the third date, since he had decided the first two. And he actually pressured me into saying something. So being the boring person that I am, I said that a meal would be fine. And so here we are. With Adam cooking for me.

He puts the plates down on the table, and I stand up wondering what I should do to help. He grins and throws the napkins at me.

“Try to fold those into a ‘Three Cornered Hat.'”

“Is that a thing?”

“Yep.”

He brings over the rest of the stuff and dips us both out some salad.

“I made way too many rolls,” he mutters then smiles when I look at him. “There was a pack, so I figured I would just make them all.”

“So this movie… Did you discover it while in France?”

“No! This movie was actually the reason that I went to France. I read ‘The Little Prince’ forever ago, but then I discovered this movie. And I read it again. They have an English version, too, but the original is in French.”

I laugh. “So that made you want to go to France?”

“Yeah! I know, right? I mean, I already knew some French from college, but I wanted to pick it back up and get fluent. And what better place to learn French than in France! Plus…” He shrugs and smiles sheepishly. “We’re still young, right? Remember what it was like to be a kid with all of these huge dreams and stuff? Well, it’s not too late, and when that hit me, I decided, well, why not? So I went to France! And then to London, and then to Tokyo. That’s one reason I took up photography along with my art. I need the extra money, and there’s too many amazing things out there to not take pictures of.”

Typical Adam. Artist, photographer, exploring, clumsy Adam.

“Wow, Adam. You’re just so exciting. I’m just amazed that you managed to do all of this. I mean…I just – I don’t think I could ever drop everything and just go…live.” I let out a nervous laugh. “That sounds so bad, I know.”

“No, it doesn’t. Maybe that’s why we’ve met. I’m going to help you escape the same rut that I escaped. It may not be this movie or this book, but it will be something. And you know, Anna, I think you’re exciting, too. Most quiet people are. You just need someone who’s willing to dig a little deeper. ”

I laugh but notice that he’s not laughing. He’s just smiling at me. We start to eat, and I occasionally glance at him and can’t help but notice that he’s glancing at me.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes! It’s – I think it’s amazing.”

“Great! Maybe I can add connoisseur to my resume.”

I start to feel like my awkward self, but Adam takes out a piece of paper and starts to write down the translation to the lyrics to the song. Somehow, that, and the smell of these spiced Brussel sprouts, take away all of my feelings of nauseousness. I watch him, and he occasionally glances up at me with a smile. I don’t even care if he sees me looking at him like this because it’s true. I really do think I’ve fallen in love with him. And for the first time, I think ever, I trust someone. Maybe we could work. Maybe we could balance each other out.

It’s going to be fine, Anna. Love someone. Live a little.

 

 

Writer. College student. Focused. Blessed. Adventurer. Musician. Professional over thinker. I'm pretty busy with college, but sometimes I write. It clears my head and reminds me of the impact I want to have on the world, which is why I'll never stop.

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