Laura turned off her phone and placed it into her bag. She looked over to Francis.

"She's not comin'," she said, dissappointedly.

He scrunched up his brows in confusion. This was very much unlike (Name). Normally, when he wanted to set up a date, she would jump at the offer.

But today...

"Did you do somethin' weird?" asked Laura.

"Non. I did not,"* Francis said assuredly, "What would it have been anyways?"

"Hmm," Laura scanned her friend's face and something caught her eye.

"What?" Francis asked.

Quick as a wink, Laura reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt. She pulled him down to her short height and he let out a yelp of surprise, which attracted the attention of passerbys, who eyed them warily.

"Mon Dieu, Laura,"* he said, "What on earth are you doing?!"

She eyed his face with intense scrutiny and clicked her tongue.

"I think I know why (Name) decided not to come."

"You do?!"

"Yes I most certainly do." Laura swiped out a tissue from her bag and wiped something off from his cheek. She showed him the tissue. "What do you have to say about this?"

She opened her palm up to show the tissue. On it was a smear of red lipstick.

Sudden realization dawned upon Francis' s face.

"Oh," was all he said.

"'Oh'?" Laura's face turned a livid red. "You were cheating on your girlfriend and all you say is 'OH'?!" She threw the napkin down onto the ground and stomped on it.

"You know that (Name) loves you with all her heart. You know that you promised her that you will give up bein' a player for her. I think that when she was walkin' over here, she saw you with another girl and went home cryin' of a broken heart!!!"

Laura angrily hoisted her bag up onto her shoulder and stormed past him. Then she paused and whipped her head around.

"IS THAT PERFUME I SMELL ON YOU?!" she yelled.

"Mon cheri, there is no need to ye-"*

"OH, I'M YELLIN'!!!" Passerbys began to rush away from them and people from a nearby restaurant began to walk outside to see what the fuss was about, "I RECOMMEND THAT YOU GO TALK TO (NAME) AND APOLOGIZE TO HER!!!"

With a final huff, Laura stormed away.

Francis sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Yes, there was perfume emanating from him. Jimmy Choo Choo, to be exact.

But he was confused, truly. What was a little meeting with an old friend? Yes a previous girlfriend, to be exact, but she was always in his contacts nevertheless.

Why would (Name) be hurt?

She must have known that he was a playboy at heart. She should have known that when she decided to date him.

Let alone live with him.

Francis quickly walked in the direction of his home. Surely (Name) would be there. He had begged her to live with him, for "convenience". Her small apartment wasn't much of a home anyways. It always went against Francis's taste for luxury.

He arrived at his door and jammed the key in.

"Mon amour, I am home~"* he called out, expecting a response.

There was none.

Confused, Francis roamed around his house, calling out for (Name). A sense of dread began to creep into his stomach.

He opened the door to his room-no, wait, their room-and found nothing. Just an empty bed and an almost-empty closet-

The closet was almost empty.

It was full the day before.

He walked uo to the closet, its doors hanging ajar.

His clothes were in there, but hers wasn't. It seemed as though she just packed up all her clothes.

"Mon Dieu, elle ne est pas ici ..."* he muttered under his breath.

Francis quickly ran out of the bedroom and out the door.

(Name) had left him and he was going to get things straight.

Translation

*Non - No

*Mon Dieu - My God

*Mon cheri - My dear

*Mon amour - My love

* Elle ne est pas ici ... - She's not here...