The Prettiest Flower On The Wall
She was the beautiful quiet in a room full of noise.
Jules Laurent glared at the tiny brass bell sharply tinkling as he stepped inside Les Petits Plaisirs de Montmartre. The bell sounded too cheerful for the early hour. He moved toward the glass case of neatly lined up macarons and felt a childlike craving for them. The croissants looked tasty too, and he finally settled on the pain au chocolat. While waiting in line at the register, his eyes passed on the bustling patrons...
