The Bluebird's Song- Day 2: Footprints in the Snow

 

Footprints in the Snow-

There were footprints in the snow, leading to my car but not away from it. My car was still locked and upon closer examination, nothing was taken. Everything was in place except a Candy Land card with one red square. It was lying in the passenger seat.

Angelina noticed it immediately. “What’s that?” she asked. 

I shrugged, but goosebumps were forming on my arms. “I have no idea where it came from,” I replied. 

I put it out of my mind as we drove to the restaurant Angelina wanted to try. 

Le Cafe Rose was a small cafe on the corner of a busy street. Angelina and I walked in and were immediately charmed. It smelled like coffee and plenty of desserts and hot meals were in a display case near the entrance. We found a table, sat down, and looked through the menu.

“Croque monsieur, baguette du pain, soupe a la tomate, chocolat chaud, cafe, du jus d’orange, crepes, creme glacee…” I said in a french accent. “These all sound delicious.” my stomach rumbled.

A man in a coffee-stained white apron introduced himself as our waiter. “What can I get you this evening?” he asked. 

Angelina looked over her menu again and then decided on a “Croque monsieur.” 

The waiter nodded his head of black messy hair. “And for you, mademoiselle?” he asked me.

He had sparkling grey eyes that were something, I’d never seen eyes that could radiate kindness, generosity, or even something more than excitement. My heart fluttered when he called me ‘mademoiselle’. The easy smile he wore made me want to melt.

But I couldn’t become a mess in front of him, so I quickly composed myself and said, “Same thing, please.” 

He nodded his head slightly and said, “Two Croque Monsieurs coming right up belle mademoiselles.” And with a wink, he went away to fulfill our order. When he was gone, I caught Angelina looking at me with a smirk. 

Then she whispered, “You like him, don’t you?” 

I flushed bright red. “Ew, no way,” I said.

But she didn’t believe me and started laughing. For me to not look at my friend, I started looking around the cafe. It was a cheerful little place filled with bistro tables and the windows were plastered with posters advertising help and their menu.