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Post by Aly on Apr 1, 2009 23:50:37 GMT -5
"She's only frail on the outside, I think," Blaise replied to Andre with a smile that was audible in his voice. Not distasteful or teasing - in fact, his smile was blatantly honest. Like he really thought that. Like he knew her - or thought he knew her. Then his voice dropped just slightly, "Actually, now that you mention it, I do have a favor to ask, monsieur," he said, delicate French rolling off his tongue in the same manner he had said his last name.
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Post by disappear on Apr 2, 2009 0:06:27 GMT -5
Andre smiled at the mans french accent. "So... you speak good Français as well?" he replied in a most decent accent, though a bit rusty. "I was born in Paris, lived there till I was 18 when I came to the America's, with my wife Lecille." He smiled happily as if he were remembering something pleasant from his past.
"But we're not talking about me, what can I do for you monsieur?" Andre asked, lowering his voice as well, now too low for Josey to hear.
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Post by Aly on Apr 2, 2009 0:09:31 GMT -5
Blaise had lived in Paris for a hundred years - he had seen the Germans ravage the French countryside in the first World War. He still had a strange disliking for Germans... well, the soldiers, at least. "Well, you see, for me money is a little tight - so I was wondering if I may apply for a job?" he smiled kindly. "Perhaps to keep Josey out of trouble if ever you are out." he added as an afterthought.
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Post by disappear on Apr 2, 2009 0:23:53 GMT -5
Andre was a bit surprised by the mans words. This man? Who looked decently wealthy, was asking for a job, a job at his cafe?
"A job? Why not! You already proved yourself today, and we need some more help around here. Besides, you and Josey already seem to get along pretty well, and she is a very tough nut to crack sometimes." Andre gave the man a huge grin.
"Consider yourself apart of our family cafe!"
Andre grabbed his hand, and shook it. "I'm Andre by the way- and before we let you start working, I think it'd be good to know your name as well..."
"Blaise."
Andre and Blaise both turned.
Josey was standing in the hallway that led to the lounge. "His name is Blaise."
She then walked towards them both, watching as the last customer began to leave.
It was getting late. Outside the window the sun was beginning to set over the large apartments and other work buildings that surrounded the Cafe.
"Why should he get a job here? Look at him. You don't even know who he is Andre and you welcome him in with such kindness." A wave of anger flew over Josey, she felt as if she were being babied.
Andre looked hurt. "This man, helped you Josephine." He said her full name like he did when he was angry or disappointed with her. "The least we can do is offer him a job. Especially since he needs it, especially since we need it."
Josey stared at Blaise, looking straight at his grey eyes which seemed to be filled with either amusement, or confusion, and replied without turning to Andre. "I don't need help."
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Post by Aly on Apr 2, 2009 0:40:48 GMT -5
His eyes were sparkling with a slightly confused bemusement. "It's your choice, monsieur," he said softly, not at all fazed by her words. He wasn't going to pull any mind tricks this time. He wanted to see what would happen - and then he would go for mind tricks. "But, yes," he said suddenly after an awkward silence hung the air. "My name is Blaise Descousdres." Then he smiled; he was one of the only people who could smile cheerfully with Josey glaring at them. 'Whatever happens, I will always be able to come into the cafe,' he thought to himself. 'She can't keep away from me forever; it would be much simpler if she would just let me in now.'
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Post by disappear on Apr 3, 2009 10:24:37 GMT -5
Andre gave Josey a sad frown.
"Josey, I know you can manage things by yourself. I just worry about you. You live in an apartment by yourself, your not even of age yet, not to mention you live in LA, probably the most dangerous place for a pretty young girl like you to live in."
Josey huffed, letting go of the steam that seemed to now be building inside her.
"So, your saying you're worried, but you're perfectly happy leaving me to work along side some stranger?" She asked coldly.
Andre laughed. "Stranger? No, he's a kind stranger if anything. What do you have against this man? He is respectful, he has a good aura about him, and who are you to talk about strangers anyways? What were you when you first showed up on my doorstep that snowy evening when you ran away from home?"
Josey paused. What he was saying was true, and she felt a bit embarrassed he had brought that up in front of Blaise; a man who hardly any of them knew. That snowy evening, the night she was cold, tired, and hungry; the night Andre and Lecille offered her a place to stay, a place of comfort and safety. Josey shook the memory from her head.
She looked at Andre, and then turned to Blaise, staring at his gleaming grey eyes with a look that was now cold and seemingly uncaring.
"Fine. Let him work here." She said quietly, giving up. "If you trust him, then I guess I have no choice but to trust him too." Josey then picked up his now empty plates and stalked off towards the kitchen so she wouldn't have to hear Andre talking to Blaise.
"It's settled then! You are to work here from now on. You can help either serve food and take orders, or we can find you something else around here I'm sure. But first... I should introduce to you my wife, and Syene- our chef." Andre grinned happily at the man.
Josey entered the kitchen with thoughts whirling around in her head. She placed the plates in the sink and began wiping them off with a soapy wet rag and then placing the plates out to dry.
"Syene. Andre want's to see us both." Lecille said, popping her head into the kitchen.
Syene looked over his shoulder with a small frown on his face. "Yeah, tell him I'll be there in a second."
He then turned to Josey.
"So what happened out there?" Syene asked cooly, looking on at Josey who was now scrubbing at the plates furiously.
"We have a new addition to the team. Blaise. Some guy who helped me when I tripped over some lady pulling out her chair." Josey said, now putting the last plate out to dry and turning to look at Syene.
Syene grinned. "Well, it's about time we got someone around here who can finally make sure you don't utterly screw things up."
Josey glared at him. "We don't even know this man! He helps me ONE TIME, and Andre goes crazy and wants him to join us."
"One time eh? Well, seeing as destruction follows you everywhere, I'd say him helping you out once lessens it a bit in the least." He replied.
"Barely."
Syene smiled at her, pinching Josey's cheek.
"Cheer up. Like you said, we don't know him. Maybe he'll turn out like you- no wait, maybe this time he won't be a clutz."
Josey was about to grab Syene by the shirt, but Syene just laughed and left to meet Blaise.
"And this, is Syene, our chef." Andre continued after introducing Blaise to Lecille.
Syene gave a small bow. "Welcome." He said smoothly.
Lecille was grinning wildly at Blaise. "Thank you for helping out Josey... I know she's a bit harsh at times... she just has a difficult time with people."
"And society." Syene added, now grinning too.
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Post by Aly on Apr 3, 2009 18:29:11 GMT -5
Blaise smiled cheerily, "I'm sure she's just had a trying day~" he said. "What, with all the drama today." he laughed gently, looking from Andre to Syene to Lecille. "Thank you very much for letting me work here." He couldn't help but think, What's the worse that can happen? Then he added, "I'll try to do my best."
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