To catch up on the adventures of Nawt so far, if you’re new to the story, you can go here. This is the continuing adventures of Nawt Agin, rookie perfumer for Irrational Fruity Florals, who has been contracted, against his will, better judgment and perfuming principles, to make the celebrity scent for Voracia Tatas, who is famous for absolutely nothing.
When we last left Nawt, he had tracked down The Man, The Myth, The Legend, Every Woman’s Dream Homeslice, Jean Claude Ellena — hoping for some words of wisdom on how to make a celebrity scent and meet customer specs, but still make a good perfume. Upon finding Dreamy JCE, he finds he speaks no English. In desperation, he asks Jean Claude to wait inside a restaurant while he runs down every person in sight to find someone who speaks French, to no avail. Off in the distance appears one super-hot woman, slinking her way towards them. As she gets closer, Nawt sees it is… Voracia.
Voracia: Hey, Perfume Man, I know you!!!
Nawt: (adjusting his glasses) Voracia? Oh, so good to see you, really.
Voracia: *squealing delightedly* I knew it was you! How’s my perfume coming… oh, look at that bridge, I wonder how they built that?
Nawt: Listen, Voracia, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m on a very urgent errand, and I need someone to do some translation.
Voracia: (her demeanor has shifted a little as her eyes actually focus on Nawt) What language?
Nawt: (hesitantly) Um, French…
Voracia: Oh, I can help with that. My Farsi and Portugese are a little rusty, but French is no problem.
Nawt: How many languages do you speak?
Voracia: (counts on fingers) 16, I think? Not counting island dialects like Puerto Rican and Figiian. (there is a long pause while Nawt just stares at her) Well, it was the 20 years of Latin…
Nawt: *stares in puzzlement at Voracia, who is now looking at him with bright, intelligent, focused eyes, and her body language has changed completely to alert, but still drop-dead bombshell* Um… okay! Follow me.
(they walk into the restaurant where Nawt has stowed JCE)
Nawt: This is Jean Claude Ellena, and I need to talk to him desperately. Can you please translate?
JCE: *Turns around, sees Voracia, claps his hands excitedly* Voracia, mon cheri! Ca fait trop longtemps. Vous m’avez manqué. (Thanks to CarmenCanada, the French is correct, and it means “it has been too long. I have missed you terribly.”)
Voracia: Jean Claude! Qu’une surprise!
Nawt: You two know each other?!?!?!?
Voracia: Oh, yes! I’ve known Jean Claude for years. He and my father went to school together when they were boys. He made a perfume for me when I was a teenager called “Untamed Beauty.” Yeah, I know, it’s a hokey name, but it fit at the time. It is simply divine and the dearest scent I own. Even though I have probably over 1,000 bottles of perfume, it is the one I wear at least every week. It is perfection!
Nawt: *whose jaw has hit the floor* Wha — how — you — I don’t understand at all. I need to sit down for a second. You are not the person I met before, not even close, not even the same planet or universe of person —
JCE: Excusi!! I am sorry for the subterfuge, I do speak English, but I get weary of this (gesturing at the cloud around his feet) and try these little ruses to see if it will dissipate. Right this second, though, I must be on my way, I am already late for the awards ceremony. Voracia, my pet, I had no idea you were living here, and we must spend some time together or I will just perish. Will you both be my guests for dinner tonight?
Voracia: Of course! Nawt, are you free?
Nawt: *manages to nod while still trying to keep his mouth closed*
JCE: Perfect! I am at the Four Seasons under the name Jean Claude Roudnitska — little inside joke there. Please come by 7:00, and we will have much time to chat and do introductions to your friend, um….
Nawt: *croaks* Nawwwt.
JCE: I must be off. Until tonight! (he bends and brings Voracia’s hand to his lips and then kisses Nawt on both cheeks)
Voracia: Until then!
Nawt: *staring at Voracia with eyebrows knit together* Well? Whenever you want to enlighten me, I’m ready.
Voracia: *smiles brightly and takes Nawt’s hand* Well, of course you are confused. Come, sit down, let’s have coffee, and I will explain everything.
As they take their table JCE heads out the door blowing kisses back at Voracia with his cloud still at his feet swirling, full of women and perfume bottles….
To be continued…
Original artwork by Adam Smith