The sun is low over the roofs, casting a golden glow over the city. Soon, Levi will have to leave. But not quite yet. For now,there’s still a little coffee in the cups on the table, and a cigarette or two in the packet between them. For now, Levi doesn’t feel the least inclination to leave.
He props his chin in his hand and continues to listen to the man opposite of him. The warm, deep voice engulfs him, rises and falls, pulls him along like a brooke purling over pebbles and stones. Not that he understands a single word, but he doesn’t need to when he hears everything in their melody and rhythm. Sees it in elegant hands drawing whole worlds into the air.
Slender fingers hold a cigarette, and Levi steals it, earning a smile. They have been sharing the whole packet like this, and he’s feeling a little lightheaded. He’s been feeling lightheaded ever since he got lost in the streets of Paris, clutching a suitcase and not speaking a single word of French. Ever since this man approached him and offered help, all sparkling eyes and messy long hair, and just kept talking like it was the most natural thing in the world.
They ended up in this street café, and time is only a concept that exists beyond this table. The ebb and flow of other guests, the garçon frowning at their almost untouched coffee, the hubbub of conversation and street noise. The stranger is leaning back in his seat like they don’t exist. Like Levi is the only person in existence. He tucks a loose strand behind his ear, plucks the cigarette back from Levi’s fingers, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he does so, and every gesture holds meaning that only Levi can decipher.
Levi doesn’t want this moment to end. His fingers trace the rim of his saucer and he exhales smoke, lets the slightly bitter taste linger in his mouth. The sun has sunk beneath the roofs. Soon, Levi will have to leave. But not quite yet.
I commissioned the wonderful @kaikakaze to let this idea come to life. I am in awe how much love, thought and work you put into this. Please give her some love and check out her commission info! The inspiration to the art and drabble was the song “je ne parle pas francais” by Namika (youtube, spotify).
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