Lost in Paris

Chapter Six

I was stuck, no cash, no French and no hope. The cashier called the manager who did, in fact, speak English.
"Young lady were you planning on stealing from us?" The manager asked through a think French accent. My heart beat, my mother was going to think I was a felon. I wasn't a bad kid.
"No sir," I began, "I did not realize when I bought the sandwich that I had no money." The manager stared me down until he finally said, "I don't believe you," he motioned for some employees to take me out back.
They walked me through a couple hallways then the kitchen and finally out into an alley, then rudely slammed the door.

I looked around nothing looked even vaguely familiar. I walked strait out of the alley and I ended up on another street. There was a rush of people pushing me every which way. I couldn't tell which direction I had come from. I asked a couple people if they knew where the closest hotel was. Nobody seemed to understand me probably because I was speaking English in a French speaking country. I got no answers until I saw a cute boy with short brown hair and dark blue eyes sitting at a table at a cafe. He sat doing homework it looked like. His grey shirt and jeans were nothing special but somehow he looked like he could jump on a runway at any moment and no one would be surprised. I walked up to his table nervously like I was in the presence of a God.
"Hi I'm Sarah, I know this is a long shot but do you speak English?" I asked nervously. His cuteness was messing with my confidence.
"Yeah. I'm Jake. What do you need?" He replied politely. I told him about my cafe incident and how lost I was then I asked where the nearest hotel was.
"I just moved here myself but my sister would know. Do you want me to take you to her? She is just a block away," Jake explained.
"I would love that," I agreed.

Then we began walking further away from my parents, further into Paris.