Sunday, 3 August 2014
She had boot-brown hair and the cutest retrousse nose. And a smile that made it like seem the sun had gone in whenever it fell from her lips. Not that it ever did when Charles was around. She loved that guy. Loved him better than she did herself: not that she'd ever suffered from that failing. She broke hearts every day, just by walking away, although you couldn't hate her for that. She was a packet of love in human form, that's all.
He always knew when Amelie was coming in: the ticking of the wheels on her bicycle always gave her away. And every time he stood waiting behind the door of his shop to kiss her, he surprised her. She was a dreamer though and everything about the world either delighted or startled her.
And she never once guessed how he knew she was coming.