Short Story: A Compilation

Lana and Pierre

Lana and Pierre Scene One Part One
Scene : Cafe in Paris, France
Lana- (sitting at table alone writing in journal)
And sometimes I wish as though it could be me. As though I would be able to live a life as fortunate as my pal, however since he has done me wrong, I must go forth in my pain and misery.
Pierre- (walks over to Lana)
Bonjour! Je m'appelle Pierre.
Lana- Enchantee. Je m'appelle Lana et je suis Americain.
Pierre- Americain? I know English.
Lana- Oh do you?
Pierre- Yes, I have been studying it since second grade
Lana- And how old are you now?
Pierre- Fresh out of college.
Lana- Oh
Pierre- And you?
Lana- I'm nineteen.
Pierre- Still in college?
Lana- That's a complicated story. No, I came here, to Paris, not too long ago. I'm experiencing the culture, and I love the atmosphere. Helps me to think.
Pierre- And what do you think about?
Lana- Things. Life. My life.
Pierre- Ah, but how do you live?
Lana- Back in America there is a magazine that I write for. I email articles to them weekly and they send me checks.
Pierre- So you are a writer?
Lana- Yes. What do you do?
Pierre- My heart lies in the kitchen.
Lana- So a chef?
Pierre- No, not just a chef. I own a restaurant. Perhaps you will stop by sometime?
Lana- Yes, perhaps. The name of it?
Pierre- Que l'amour soit.
Lana- Que l'amour soit.
Pierre- Oui.
Lana- What a name for a restaurant!
Pierre- Yes, what a name.
Lana- Did you pick it out?
Pierre- Yes back when ...
Lana- When?
Pierre- Nevermind.