.:WFAF:. Chapter 2

.:When fallen Angels fly:.

Chapter 2
"Librairie de l'amour, eh?"
For a bookstore, it seems to be… well I don't know. Not that bad actually. I wanted to go straight to the game shop, but for some reason this bookstore caught my eye. I wasn't planning on going inside but before I realized, I already was inside. It's not a really big one, but it's also not small. I look at all the books, magazines and I even spot some mangas in the back of the shop. But that isn't everything, there are also comfortable looking chairs and couches where you could sit down and start reading. Really, this bookstore has style.
Suddenly someone grabs my shoulder. I quickly turn around and look right at the face of a man with long blond hair and blue eyes.
"Can I 'elp you?" he asks.
"Um… excuse me?" I say a bit confused.
The man smiles at me.
"I'm ze owner of zis shop. Are you looking for zome books?"
Oh, the man is French. How stupid I didn't notice that earlier. The name of the store is even in French.
"Um… well…"
That's a good question. Why am I even here? I don't like reading at all. Now I think of it, this is probably my first time entering a bookstore on my own free will. But I guess giving it a try couldn't hurt.
"Yes, I'm looking for a book about… um…"
The Frenchman nods for me to continue.
"About Angels," I say so soft that I'm surprised the man could hear me.
"Oh! About Angels, I zee."  
The man starts walking and I follow him.
"Oh no. You can wait 'ere," he says to me.
I nod and go sit down on one of the chairs. After some minutes the man comes back with a high pile of books in his hand.
"'ere zey are" he says.
He puts the books down on the little table that is standing next to me.
"'ave a look and pick ze one zat you like," he says.
"Oh, thank you really much… um…"
"It's Francis," he says with a big grin on his face.
Eh? What did he say? That the books are French or something? I really hope they are not, I speak no word French.
The man sees that I'm confused and tries it again.
"My name is Francis."
"Oh! Um… I'm Alfred," I say while my checks are turning a bit red.
I feel so stupid. I could at least understand that much. And the man his accent actually isn't so bad at all. But Francis doesn't seem to give something about my silliness and leaves me alone with the books.
I sigh when I see how many books he brought. How will I ever be able to pick one? I try my best to ignore the need to stand up, walk out the store and go to the game store instead. Francis took a long time to look for some books I maybe would like, so I should at least try to read a few sentences of one of them. I take the upper book of the pile and start reading it. I read the title on the book. It's called 'Skellig' and is written by David Almond. I force myself to open the book and start reading. The book isn't so big but I really like the story. The story is about Michael, who finds an interesting person in his garage. The mysterious person looks like he's an older dying man, but if Michael takes him out of the garage and shows him the daylight, he finds out that the man is not what he thought he was. The man's name is Skellig and he has wings like an Angel. Before I knew it I finished the book. In the book was no drama, no violence, no drug nor sex, but the story was exciting in his own way. Suddenly Francis is standing right before me.
"And, did you like ze book?" he asks.
"Yes, I was really…"I pause to find the right word; "beautiful".
"I'm glad to 'ear zat. Do you want to buy it?"
For the first in a long time I feel a bit happy.
"Yes, of course I will buy it."
I rise out of the chair and follow Francis to the counter. Francis smiles at me.
"I didn't expect you to read one of ze books nor that you would read one out and buy it. I zought you weren't ze type for reading books, but I guess I was wrong" he says while packing in my book in some nice blue gift wrap.
I shake my head. He isn't wrong at all. I never really liked reading. It's way too boring if you ask me. But this story was just really nice. It was what I needed.
"No, you are right. I'm more a gamer then a reader. I just… wanted to try something new, you know?"
Francis nods as a sign he understands me.  
"If you want zo try somezing new again then you know where to find me," he says while he winks at me.
For some reason I feel really uncomfortable. Of course you are not immediately a pervert if you do something like that but… there is just something about his way doing it that creeps me out. Something is telling me I should get out of here as fast as possible.
"Is somezing wrong, mon ami?" he asks.
I want to answer but before I get the chance Francis pushes with his hand my head towards his. I can feel his breath on my cheek. With wide open eyes I look in his.  His eyes aren't wide open at all, they are looking at me as a wild animal that caught his prey.
"You want to play?"