An Introvert in Paris - Part 2 : The Origin

chapter 6

"Yes, without a doubt, my passport has a French visa," I said.

"And as of right now, I'm not leaving the country because my passport has a red notice on it, which prevents me from leaving at this time."

"Well, consider that my last gift to you; I mean, take that as a gift." She remarked, handing the gadget over to me.

"This is the first gift, not the last."

"Actually," she departed.

attempting to identify it. I tried reading a few words below it, but I was unable to decipher them. I looked up to see Lynn, but she had already left, and even though I tried to glance around, I was unable to see where she had gone. She appeared as though she had just vanished into the area where I boarded the aircraft and took off for France.

I didn't know anyone in France when I arrived, and I didn't even have somebody to welcome me. I looked at a couple of hotels to see what I could now afford. Due to the freezing of all of my accounts, I was short on funds. I had very few, if any, accounts that remained open. I would rent any flat with that. The Eiffel Tower was only a few clicks away from the flat I rented.

By the time I got there, I believed I was living in the recently refurbished unit. It seemed a little eerie because there was nothing inside, and it was completely dark when I got there. Everything was disorganized, unkempt, and dirty.

Before arriving at this flat, I had been staying in a hotel for three days, maybe two or three miles from the airport.

So when I arrived, my neighbor, who resided by herself, gave me a warm greeting. When she heard me attempting to open my door without the keys, she unlocked hers. She offered me the keys and asked if I needed anything else. I told her I would seek assistance if I needed it.

"I suppose you could assist me with my bag in my car first."

"Oh, I apologise. I just got out of the shower naked."

"I apologise."

"No, it's okay. Maybe later."

"No, no problem. I'll help myself. I'll just take my belongings out of the car, and I'll be good to go."

"That's Alright"

She stared at me for a few moments while she stood there. Standing behind the door, only her head showed through a pink towel that covered half of her body. A fan was blowing hair into her face from behind, and a light was shining above her, making her face appear pallid. With a charming smile, she said,

"All right, I'll just get dressed up and come help you with the shift stuff."

"Okay, I'll be happy to use any assistance that you'll give me," I said.

"Okay, give me a few seconds, and I'll be out," she said with a smile.

Upon opening the door, I was greeted by a mound of debris and garbage that had been removed from the walls prior to painting, along with the refinished furniture. I peered at the next corner that had similarly been torn off from the coach that had been repaired and from my dining table. I could view anything from any angle on the flat-screen TV and PlayStation that were next to the refrigerator.

Another table and chair were located in the far corner, where the coach was. I thought it was intended for reading. Beside the chair was a window with square blinders that, when opened, provided a direct view of the streets, which were crowded with people going in all directions.

Yes, I was considering how I would do the task in its entirety. I was lost in thought, wondering how I would figure out what would happen next. There was a knock on my door. I had not spoken to anyone and had not anticipated any visitors, so I had no idea who he or she was. I moved carefully, looked through the door's lens, and said nothing.