timothée chalamet imagines

paris

request by: @JoseLuis214. I tried my best, I hope you like it :)

timothée's pov

"How about we go to the Louvre?" I asked swinging y/n and I's hands as we walked through the street.

"Okay." she smiled.

It's her first time in Paris. She wants to do and see everything. And I'm willing to take her wherever she wants to go.

After all, I love the city, know it well, and don't mind being her tour guide for this trip.

We got a taxi and rode about thirty minutes before getting dropped off near the Louvre.

"Oh no." y/n said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"The line," she pointed "it's so long."

I looked at it, and it really was. It's summer, the weather is nice and there are always lots of tourists around this time of year.

"Let's go get something quick to eat," I said "the line should die down by then."

We walked around hand in hand again before finding a little cafe tucked far back into a small street, broken off from the main one.

"Deux." I told the hostess.

She nodded and told us to follow her to a small table in the corner of the cafe.

"Merci." I said.

"Merci." y/n repeated.

I pulled out y/n's chair and pushed it back in
when she sat down, then, I sat in my own chair.

"Is that all the French you know?" I joked.

"No," she laughed "I know oui and non."

"Maybe I'll teach you some more later."

"And I still know the very first phrase you taught me."

"Oh really?"

She nodded and smiled, covering her face of embarrassment with the menu.

That was years ago, it was just a very very simple phrase. The moment I said it and taught it to her, flooded back in my mind.

Y/n put her menu back down on the table and looked at it confused.

"What's wrong?"

"You know I can't read or tell what all of these things are, right?"

"Shit. I'm sorry." I went down the rows of items and told her what each of them were.

Our waiter came over to take our orders.

"Coffee and croissants?" I asked y/n.

She nodded.

"Deux cafés," I ordered "et deux croissants."

We spent just under an hour in the cafe. We drank our coffee, ate our croissants, talked about our trip, and headed back to the Louvre.

The line had shorten drastically.

"Come on." I said grabbing her hand again.

We crossed the street and approached the line, quickly making our way inside of the museum.

Y/n broke away from my hand and ran over the the dispersing crowd around the Mona Lisa, I ran to catch up with her.