I am awoken from the sound of someone sitting next to me, I look up to see who it might be. "Hello! Sorry I woke you up." A nice but strong sounding voice tells me. "Oh it's fine, I should've woken up anyway. I still have some school work to catch up on." "Oh, what school do you go too?" He asks. "Montpellier Lycée" I explain to him. "It's in Montpellier" I laugh. He laughs back, "I go to Convitto Nazionale Cristoforo Colombo" he tells me. "Why are you going to Paris?" He asks me. "I'm going to Paris, then I'm getting on a plane to New York, USA then getting on ANOTHER plane and going to Los Angeles, California to dance." I explain to him. "Omg, I'm going to New York to dance too!!" We both laugh.
After we talk more about what we plan on doing once in America, I realize I haven't told him my name. "My name is Victor Blanchet." I added "Alberto Cosspici" He answered in a hard Italian accent with his hand out for me to shake. We shake hands and he tells me that he's from Genoa, Italy. I find his accent kind of cute, and i'm surprised with his French skills.
We talk for what seemed like 10 minutes but I guess lasted much longer because we were only an hour away from Paris. I am a little discouraged that we don't have much time left. I decide to give him my number because I most likely won't see him again if I don't. I've learned so much about him from only these 3 hours.
