The months had flown by. It seemed like only yesterday Dave had agreed to let a friend of a friend of a friend come to live with them and now here he was calling for the taxi that would take her back home. Or at least to the bus which would take them to the airport, a taxi from Liverpool to Paris would not have been the best of plans.
Mirelle had been a great roomate, easily the best Dave and Jean had that year. Now she was packed and ready to go. It was a shame. Dave would really miss that money. From start to finish Mirelle had not caused the slightest of bother, always friendly and smiling. Everyone who met her agreed she was kinda like a sweet little kitten.
Of cause she had her bad points too. She hadn't bought Dave a house in Paris, no matter how many times he had hinted and she was very selfishly going back to paris for her studies, family and future instead of staying in Liverpool to keep the happy couple company. Tut tut.
'Still,' thought Dave as she pushed the last of her stuff into the taxi and gave them both a farewell hug, 'at least I had the last laugh. I stole one of her cookies.'
'Bwahaha.'
"Au revoir".
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