“That Louis must be sharp with his tongue; the Madam has no use for a roofer. At least so I thought. Perhaps he has something else to offer her? Perhaps he’s a spy of some sort?” -Old Blunderbuss
The day has reached its end, usually you’ll find Louis playing with his good friend Phillippe discussing the affairs of life.
Philippe resides on the Sixth floor, room: F1.
The Vignettes
Another hot day in Paris came over the horizon as Louis Bouthilliette carried a few planks of wood to the roof of the Apartment building. As a matter of routine, he set down his work and took in the view of Paris from high above.
He found himself fortunate to be living in the tallest apartment building in Paris. Seven stories up in the air with the wind, with a perfect view of the many Parisians in their typical morning flow towards their various businesses.
"Gorgeous..."
Rubbing at his neck he turned to look towards his workload. He could almost hear Henrietta complaining about the leaks people have been experiencing, and how that he should take off work to ensure it is done for the better of everyone at the apartment.
Plugging his ears with his fingers he wore a long face hoping to not hear her speak, for just a moment.
...
"Nope still hear her...!"
He sighed and got started on his work.