Paris Talk

Autumn Marie Foster

A woman by the name of Daniella sits at a table, sipping her hot Oolong tea with a few of her close friends, Sophia, Allie, and Bree.
"So have you called the mystery man yet? Sophia gasped with excitement. Daniella blushed with vibrant, unwilling nervousness.
"Well," she exclaimed. "He hasn't called me yet He doesn't know yet..."
"Know what?" Allie sneered viciously.
"What, do you not tell me things anymore?" Bree started to cry out.
"How could you tell Sophia all this, but never tell us? Are we less important?"
"Let me explain," Daniella stumbled upon her words.
"Allie heard me talking on the phone."
They all turned to Sophia.
"Well, Sophia, tell us what you've heard."

Sophia blushed, almost in aggravation and unruly embarrassment.
"I do not wish to be in the middle of this. Let's
just end it. If Daniella wants to tell you two about it then she will. I will not be help accountable for something I overheard."

Allie scaled.
"So you agree that you overheard?"

"Now, girls let's forget about Sophia being involved in my little secret. I didn't know if you two would ever understand I was nervous to tell you."

"Let's hear it, if you please." Bree craved.

"I fell in love with an American young man. His eyes, green, hair raven black; a beautiful soul he was. The last I remember of him was that he was standing on my balcony, french doors open, starry sky out as we sipped Jean's french brewed coffee."

"Sounds ravishing, my dear. What's the kind sir's name?" Bree jolted.

"His name is Isaiah. Beautiful, green eyes I call him." Daniella sighed.


Allie began to get frustrated, She could never be happy for her friends. He friends would even call her 'argumentative Allie' when she got moody.

"Does this 'champion' of a man have a last name or is he just a mystery to you?"

"Well, no, I do not know. He was always so sweet and gentle though. He bought me flowers for my elanniversaire." She blushed a bit while grasping her beaded necklace her grandmother bought her when she turned eighteen.

"Let's be specific, now. What kind of flowers? That should tell us how serious the man is!" Bree was filled with excitement.

"Well, red roses." The girls screamed in excitement and joy, lots of big smiles were obvious on the young women's faces.

"Good gracious!" Allie and Bree smirked in harmony.

"Well, where is this man?" Sophia wondered once more.

"Has he called?" Allie demanded.

The girls bombarded Danielle with extensive questions.

"He left for London where the rest of his family had moved to. He hasn't called. I am a bit worried."

Sophia was quiet through out the whole time until the conversation struck her.

"I think you should tell them Daniella."

"Tell us what??" Bree was anxious.

"I didn't know if I should. I didn't know if you'd abandon me because...just...I don't know! I'll just say it. I am pregnant,"

"That's great hunny." Bree explained.

"yeah, I know but, he doesn't know it either." All the girls sighed and shook their heads. They couldn't believe what they just heard.

"How are you gonna tell your husband, Josiah?" Allie complained.
"He left me already. He found a pregnancy test in the bathroom trash bin and knew it wasn't gonna be his child because we hadn't been trying. I tried to call Isaiah, but some girl answered the phone. He said he had a daughter and a house cleaning lady, but I don't know anymore girls!"

Bree smirked in pure sarcasm. Why don't you email him. It's so much easier and you don't have to be put on the spot."

Allie laughed. "Just forget about the low-life. Do you really believe that he's got a daughter that sounds 20 and a housemaid? Forget him."
Sophia just started crying.

"What's the matter?" Daniella worried.

"Because he's your lost love and you hold the only thing you can of him; his child, his baby, your baby. You were meant to be! I bet he's trying to reach you."
Sophia chanted on. She was known to watch several hundreds of love stories and "chick flicks" more than the average, or average being all together.


"I highly doubt that Soph. I think he just might be ignoring me. Maybe he never wanted to see me again."

Suddenly, a tall dark shadow appeared at the coffee shop door way. It was a male figure and his hair was gelled spiked and sported a suit with an urban touch. Daniella saw the man walk to her and gaze at her as if she just appeared from heaven, ab angel.

"Daniella, I've gotten your messages,"

"Let's step outside if you please." She became so serious.
The girls gallantly thundered past everyone sitting down and followed Daniella and the mysterious man, looking just outside the door. The girls heard arguing.

"Can you explain to me where you've been the past two months? I've been trying to reach you. Why haven't you called? I've been needing to talking."
Daniella stuffed her hand in her pocket to pull out a balled up wad of tissue from her front pants pocket.

"My darling, why are you crying? I was...I mean I am...I'm scared of...I'm scared of being abandoned. I'm scared of being forgotten, I'm scared of being in love."

"Yeah?" She pryed out of her mouth.

"I'm scared of being alone while I'm pregnant."

His mouth dropped, moved by what she had just said.
"Pregnant? You're pregnant?"

Yes is all she could say at the time without bursting out with tears.
Daniella gave a quick glance over her shoulder to see where her friend were; somewhat hoping they would steal her from him. The didn't. Instead, he took her in his arms and kissed her forehead, concerned about her every emotion.

"I'm never letting you out of my site," Isaiah admitted. "I'll never leave you."

Walking back in the cafe, Daniella's friends, Allie, Bree and Sophia all glanced at the man in front of them.
The couple stood hand-in-hand taking quick glances at each other. You could tell Daniella was 'showing' a bit and Isaiah noticed; even though she wore a more flowy shirt. Isaiah bent down on his knees to kiss her 'baby bump'. They both sat down. Daniella introduced her American love she found once again.