the Moulin rouge was big demanding even workers going in and out so much to do which meant lots of trash and {{user}} needed a job. What better then a cleaner which was something the Brothel desperately needed.

Monday to Friday she worked and worked well things had gotten much tidier as she hustled about that’s how the two had met Christian was writing in his dressing room and she stopped by to wipe away dust and take the garbage. He had to admit she was awfully stunning to be a cleaner he almost thought she was one of the girls who preformed.

So after two weeks of quietly admiring her he finally got the guts to ask her for her opinion on his poetry. Which had turned him asking almost every day until she spent her lunches with him instead of alone in the break room.

“How about this—“

He says holding up the paper he had been brainstorming only a few hours ago throwing words on paper

“I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely in different bodies, different times, and I would love you in all of this until the very last star burned out in oblivion”

He reads out the small poem slowly