Howdy. 
Well, first of all, I’d like you to know that this is my very first fanfic, even though it’s just an one-shot. So please don’t shoot me! hides 
Second, this story was based on a drawing I made some time ago, in my art thread [link]. Just scroll down to the bottom of the page. sharpie asked if I ever considered writing a fanfic based on that image. At first, I didn’t know if I could do it; even though I write English rather well, I could still have some difficulties. But after all, I think it turned out nice. Please give me your opinion! 
Now, enough talking. 
[i]A new day was rising in Paris, and Colette was already on her way to the “Gusteau’s!” restaurant, ready for another day of work. Once she got there, she noticed a red, rather old bicycle parked near some trash cans - Linguini’s bicycle. “He’s here”, she thought, with a grin on her face. She looked inside the kitchen. Linguini was washing some pots and dishes, and nearly broke some of them, and knocked some pans on the floor. She giggled. He was so clumsy! Then, she sat on the floor outside the kitchen, and looked up. Between all the Parisian buildings, she could still see the Eiffel tower, with all its beauty. And sighed. Linguini could be very shy and very awkward, but was still a very honest and nice young man. Through his brown eyes, Colette could still see trust.
Trust… now, that was something Colette admired on a man… Specially after what she’s already been through… Specially after what happened to her…
She looked up and remembered that night, as if it was yesterday. She remembered a man, who said that he would spend a lifetime with her…
She remembered the hours she waited for him, in the pouring rain…
She remembered how dark the Eiffel tower looked from the top of that bridge…
She remembered how cold his voice sounded when she called him the next morning…
She remembered his words: “This is not gonna work out”.
A tear rolled down her check. Among all the episodes that made her strong personality, that was the one that marked her the most.
“Colette? What are you doing sitting on the floor?”
She looked back. It was Linguini.
“Nothing, nothing!..”, she answered, whipping off that tear.
“Well, then, come inside! We still have some work to do, and we could do it faster if we do it together…!”
Linguini smiled, and gave her his hand to help her to stand up. She smiled back and took his hand.
Before they got into the kitchen, Colette grabbed his arm and whispered on his ear two little words: “Thank you.”. Linguini didn’t understand why, but he liked the way those two little, simple words sounded.
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So, that’s it. It’s not much, but hey - it’s my first fanfic! Hope ya liked it!
