Shot of Espresso [slow updates]

trois- n*ggas in paris

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*intro to N*ggas in Paris by Kanye West and Jay-Z plays*

"So I ball so hard motherf**kers wanna fine me." I sing.

"But first n*ggas gotta find me." Kheumani continues.

"Whats 50 grand to a motherf**ker like me?" Tiana raps.

"Can you please remind me?" we sing together.

We're in the kitchen cooking dinner while playing music when this song came on. We thought it was appropriate to dance and sing along because well.. N*ggas is in Paris! I think happily.

We worked so hard to get here. From taking college classes senior year of high school to working every break we had to pay for this semester abroad. I look at Tiana and Kheumani singing and smile. I drain the pasta while continuing to sing.

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We were celebrating our last day of freedom before classes start tomorrow. After that we won't have a lot of time to ourselves, we'll be swamped with work from our classes and we start working at the modeling agency Merin this Saturday.

My mind drifts off to the guy I saw at the cafe the other day.

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He was unlike anything I have ever seen. He had these beautiful green eyes that could stare into your soul and plump, pink lips that I couldn't keep my eyes off. His dark brown hair was messy and poking out from under his black beanie. I can't get him out of my head. Who was he and why did everyone seem to know him? Was he a celebrity?

Kheumani and Tiana thought his friends were cute and kept "subtly" glancing at them when we sat down to eat. They say down at the table next to us and introduced themselves. His name was Jacques. It fit him and I liked the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. His friends Henri and Alejandro were nice, we invited them to sit with us. Alejandro sat by Kheumani and Henri by Tiana. My breath hitched when Jacques sat next to me. I turned and smiled at him, introducing myself.

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Jacques POV

Kimora.

It's the most beautiful name I've ever heard. She looked so beautiful. She had shoulder-length locs packed in a ponytail and a cross necklace on her neck. Her dark skin looked smooth, she looked like was kissed by the sun. Her plump lips had clear lipgloss on them and her dark brown eyes were hidden under long eyelashes.

Is she even real?

I'm brought out of my head when I hear one of her friends tell us that they are studying abroad this semester.

"What are you majoring in?" I ask.

"Criminology," Kimora's friend Tiana answers.

"Chemistry," her other friend, Kheumani, says.

"Psychology," my girl pipes up. Wait. My girl. I'm moving way too fast.

"Love to see smart black women chasing their dreams," Henri says, smiling.

Alejandro and I nod.

"Thanks," they say.

"What do y'all do?" Kheumani asks.

"I model and manage my mom's hair salon," Alejandro says.

Kheumani raises her brows shocked and shoots him a smile.

"I model too and have a clothing line in the US, called Espère," Henri says.

"My cousins love your pieces," Tiana says.

Henri smiles, proud that she knows about his line. He should be proud, I know I am of him. He built that line from nothing and is now seeing how people around the world love his pieces.

"I model and act on the side," I say.

Kimora looks up at me, shock taking over her features.

"No way," she gasps, "Now I know where I recognized you from. You were in that movie with Celine Yves that came out last year."

"I was," I say, happy that she's heard of me.

"That's so cool," she mutters.

"So what are you guys doing today? The girls and I were going to explore Paris. Maybe you could show us around," Kheumani says.

Alejandro is quick to say, "Yes we'd love to join you!"

Henri and I look at each other. I internally laugh. He completely forgot that we have a shoot in an hour. I glance at my phone, actually thirty minutes now.

Henri clears his throat and says, "Can we take a raincheck? We have a shoot in less than an hour."

"Of course," my gir-.. Kimora says.

We smile and stand up putting on our jackets.

"Let's exchange numbers so that we can plan," I say.

We pass our phones around and the boys and I say our goodbyes.

I glance back at Kimora and her friends and find her staring at me.

I smirk and follow behind Alejandro and Henri.

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~Y