Melanie.
Paris.
May. Tuesday, three days later…
Am having breakfast at Lou's café. A little café by one of the cobblestoned streets in Paris. Beautiful and quaint. The structural components of the terraced buildings around the café, evoking a mix of old and modern architectural designs.
The smell of flowers and rain in the May air, fanning my nostrils. A sweet smell, accompanied by the scent of coffee and pastries in the air.
Am currently having a bagel with coffee. A knowing smile crosses my face, as I recall Malachi's preference for bagels.
Since I arrived here three days ago, I haven't had any toast. Only bagels with my coffee. I've become a passionate customer of this restaurant because of Malachi's good word. I smile again, as I recall that morning I was about to mount the jet's stairs and Malachi whispered in my ear to always have breakfast here.
'Each time you have a bagel and a cup of coffee at Lou's café, it would be me kissing you hello.'
