His fingernails clawed at the bench’s damp wood that had yet to dry from the rainfall earlier that night. The initial downpour had brought horror to his mind, fearing it would ruin what he had planned. By some miracle, the rain had stopped. He clicked his dress shoes against the pavement anxiously and clenched his lips. Any evidence of Louis’s characteristically calm demeanour had washed away the moment he laid eyes on her. …show more content…
To Louis, there was no way that love could exist with one look; it had to be infatuation. That changed with the blink of an eye. Louis recalled the moment vividly when he first saw the beautifully quirky girl standing in the vintage bookshop. Her hair spiralled down her shoulders like strands of golden silk. There was a warm gentleness to the way she handled each book. Every movement her body made forced Louis to take a sharp inhale. It wasn’t until he passed her that he noticed her subtle scent; it reminded him of warm Sunday-morning sunshine. When he introduced himself, her soft voice matched her soft handshake and her soft smile. From the moment she said, “Bonjour,” he knew he was in