~Jennie’s~

“You really told him the meeting was in France?”

Leo tilts his head back and lets out this loud, unfiltered laugh. It echoes through the courtyard like music. I clutch my iced tea with both hands, trying not to spill it from laughing so hard. “I did! He showed up in a beret. A beret, Leo!”

“Oh my God,” Leo wheezes, holding his side. “And the baguette. Don’t forget the baguette. Man walked in holding it like a…like a portfolio!”

I’m already gone.

Tears stream down my cheeks. My stomach hurts. My cheeks burn. I double over on the courtyard bench, laughing until I feel lightheaded. I haven’t laughed...