ikigai | enhypen ni-ki

7

I still have lots of time left to explore the famous places here in Paris, so I really didn't bother to visit them once I arrived here.

I know I have time.

If ever I visited the Eiffel Tower and the museums I dreamt of visiting the second I arrived at Paris, what should I do next?

So I really wanted a friend, it didn't matter what type of person they were as long as they meant no harm and is actually NOT a pervert who wants a one night stand.

I wanted someone, a local or a foreigner who traveled alone like me to wander around Paris together. It looks like my luck in finding someone is running out. I've talked to 5 different people and it's either they're busy or just straight up don't want to talk to me because of my bad French accent.

I sighed, seriously, even though i've tried to ignore my thoughts I still can't shake off the fact that me going to Paris isn't just a vacation, although Miss L emphasized that I should relax here.

Once I am back, I am expected to at least have something, just a little something I could work with. And that thought still sits in the back of my head that constantly resufraces when I'm spacing out completely forgetting that I'm actually in the middle of a completely different city in a different country.

Walking endlessly I found myself spacing out and bumping onto a stranger whilst walking. I looked up at the figure in front of me to find stirkingly fox? cat-like eyes that seemed mad? strict? stern? stoic?...cold eyes.

Completely opposite from my big round eyes, his eyes were small and sharp, intimidating, intimidating enough for me to curl up in a ball.

He had gelled hair that made it seem like his hair was wet, the right slicked back the left side left hanging really giving that "wet look". He wore a black turtle neck, a long black coat just like mine, black pants and black point shoes, his hands in his pockets and his silver watch peeking out from his wrist that was stuffed in the pocket of his coat.

His facial features wer sharp. Like I said sharp eyes, a high nose birdge, plump limps, a face that looked like he was scultped by aphrodite. He looked like he called aphrodite beautiful and she gifted her a good-looking face. A male who could atrract who he wanted to without a second thought.

This is it.

He's the inspiration.

My author senses are tingling.

He's going to be the guy in my book.

He's a fictional character all girls dreamt of personified.

He's the one.

I think I spent too much time staring that him that his emotionless face turned into a scowl as soon as I snapped back to my senses.

"Qu'est-ce que vous regardez?"

And for a moment there staring at him I forgot I was in a different fucking country. I blurted whatever french I decided to learn last night in hopes of being able to converse with locals

"Je suis désolé."

I'm pretty sure I fucking murdered that promunciation.