Hearts Crossing

Crossing the street of love? Challenge accepted!

Two figures spotted in an outdoor cafe in the heart of Paris, sitting in one of the tables, facing the street. They were Jane and Peter, best friends, two high school students who agreed to skip the last class of the day. Math was boring as always. Who would you kidding? Both were the top students as well as the most rebellious teenagers. Jane was the school's sweetheart; her beauty could catch every heart of the male population while Peter was no different; he was the school’s heartthrob, great in both sports an academic. Well, he was the prince charming every girl wanted.

What made them so close? Their fathers were colleagues. Both were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. Being friends since childhood. Truth was they had no other friends; their social status made it hard for them to make friends with persons outside the elite circle. Rumors spread the entire school that they were dating, but always denied it. "Me and Peter? No way!" that was what Jane always said when being asked about it. Peter was calmer and just answered the question with a shrug and an easy smile plastered on his handsome face, made it more mysterious.

They had food before them and they should eat but they simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to observe the people crossing the street.

“Look at that girl. She’s way too serious, and with all those wrinkles I think she’ll end up a gold miss soon.” Jane commented to the man beside him.

Peter chuckled, “You’re mean. Maybe she’ll be married soon.” He gave the girl a look then shook his head. “On second thought.” They both laughed.

“But do you know that there’s a story about this street?” Jane asked while nibbling on a chicken leg.

“Ah yes, I heard that story. They said now if you cross the street, something will happen to you.”

Jane nodded her head. “Is it a bad thing? I don’t like something like that to happen to me.”

“No, nothing bad. But they said if you want to find love, all you have to do is stay at the other end of the street. Close your eyes and pray. When you open your eyes, the person standing directly in front of you across the street, that’s the person for you.” Peter explained a bit. He helped himself with the food.

“Hmm…it sounds like a fairytale some people would believe in. But do you know the theory that if a couple crosses this same street they’d be together forever?”

“Is that even true? That’s just a story Jane. Nothing serious.” Peter could be so careless about this fairy tale thing.

“Wanna try it? Maybe you’ll get yourself a girlfriend!” Jane excitedly told Peter.

“Don’t wanna. It’s just so childish. We’re already in high school. And I’m a man, what kind of true gentleman doing something so absurd and childish like that?”

“Ah you’re no fun! I’ll try to cross this street then. You wait here and see ok?” Jane was already standing, be ready to cross the street.

“No, I’m going to get myself a cup coffee. Do your stupid thing alone, don’t involve me.”

“Boys these days. Okay, but don’t get jealous when I meet my destined love who is way more handsome than you!” Jane shouted to Peter while sticking her tongue out like a five years old.

“Never!” The evil smirk never left Peter’s face.

Heart’s beating so fast, Jane was slowly crossing the street. Thankful that the street was empty, otherwise she would end up in a hospital because of a car accident. She slowly closed her eyes. She didn’t know why but now, she was feeling at ease and content. Now she was already at the other side of the street. She opened her eyes. Her eyes widened in surprise. What she saw was no one other than Peter, standing handsomely across the street with a cup of coffee in his left hand. Their gaze met. Could it be?

Maybe the story about the street giving one person their loved one was true. Who would complain about that? Who would complain indeed? This is Paris after all, la ville d'amour; the city of love.

~End~

PS: I was google-ing about Parisian street cafe and found lots of cozy looking cafe then suddenly I want to write a story with the Parisian street cafe as the background. The tale about the street is totally my imagination :p  Write this in 3 hours, hope it's good enough to read. Thx for dropping by and read this awful short story :)