Stromae fan fiction

Lesson 1: Up saw Liz

It was late. Too late. Already close to 1am I needed to hurry back to my dorm. I don't like walking the streets of Seattle this late at night all alone. But when your a broke college student sometimes that's what you've gotta do. I had just finished work, I couldn't find a cab this late nor could I afford one. To my right side there was an alley way that I've cut through in the past, it's sketchy looking but hey it's faster. When I cross the street I can hear music blaring, it must be a club of some kind. I speed up a little the alley is pretty bleak and making me nervous. A ways up in the alley across the street I could see a huge group of people crowding the cramped space. I wonder what's going on?

Then all of a sudden there was a dark figure in front of me. I wasn't paying attention I was too preoccupied looking at the mass of people in my way. I opened my mouth to let out a scream, but the figure covered my mouth. "Sssshhhh, please don't yell. I just want to leave quietly." I was terrified, YOU want to leave? I want to go home, he's the one holding on to me. "I'm going to let go please PLEASE don't yell." He removed his hand from my mouth and let go of my arm. "Thank you" he said "we could take a picture really quick if you want? Just not here I don't want them to see me" he gestured toward the mob of people. Before I could object or say a word he grabbed my arm again and pulled me in to the building on my left. "Okay, let's take that picture" I gave him a confused look, there was a lamp flickering over his head that gave me a good view of him for the first time. He was SO tall at least 6'3 maybe more. His skin was a light shade of brown and his hair was a slightly darker shade and curly, he had green eyes and a beautifully angular face. For his height he was very thin, he looked almost unhealthy. I realized I was staring, I quickly put some words together. "I-I'm sorry I don't think I know you." He looked at me surprised, "oh I'm so sorry I assumed you were one of the girls from the mob. Plus your outfit." I looked down at my light green polo. "No I'm not, I work at a mini golf course. " "My mistake miss, could I make it up to you some how?" This was the first time he spoke that I realized he had an accent, French maybe? "No it's fine, I just better get going, its late." I started to head for the door but he grabbed my arm for the 3rd time. "No, no really I feel like a fool for assuming you're a fan, let me take you home. My tour bus is outside waiting for me, I insist." He said the word "insist" like inseest, my mouth curled up in the corner, at his cute pronunciation. He took that as a yes. And we were out the door. He looked back at me " my name is Paul by the way, Paul Van-Haver." "Nice to meet you Paul, I'm Elizabeth Anderson."