Amour in Paris {ENGLISH}

It sounds like my favorite musician

As the golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, Izzy stirred from his slumber, the warmth of the sunlight beckoning him awake. With a contented sigh, he stretched his limbs and rose from his bed, feeling a sense of anticipation for the day ahead.

Padding over to the window, Izzy pulled back the curtains, revealing the breathtaking sight of Paris bathed in the soft glow of dawn. The city seemed to come alive in the morning light, the rooftops glistening with dew and the streets bustling with activity.

With a smile on his face, Izzy made his way to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeting him as he entered. He poured himself a cup and carried it over to the window, settling into his spot to enjoy the morning tranquility. As he sipped his coffee, Izzy reached for his phone and composed a text message to Frenchie, his fingers dancing across the screen with practiced ease.

Izzy: Good morning, Frenchie! ☀️ Just wanted to wish you a wonderful day ahead. Can't wait for our stroll along the Seine later. 😊

With a satisfied smile, Izzy hit send, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing Frenchie again. And as he gazed out at the sun-kissed city beyond, Izzy knew that today held the promise of new adventures and cherished memories waiting to be made.

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The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the cozy apartment shared by Frenchie and Jean Pierre, enveloping them in a comforting embrace as they sat at the kitchen table, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun streaming through the window. Jean Pierre took a sip of his coffee, his eyes twinkling with excitement as he turned to Frenchie. "You'll never guess what happened, Frenchie," he began, his voice filled with anticipation.

Frenchie raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Jean Pierre's sudden burst of enthusiasm. "What is it, Jean Pierre? You look like you've seen a ghost," he joked, taking a sip of his coffee. Jean Pierre chuckled, shaking his head. "Not quite, but close. I posted a couple of your videos playing guitar in the street!" he said, his tone expectant.

Frenchie nodded, recalling the impromptu performances he had given, the thrill of playing for passersby filling him with a sense of joy and exhilaration. "Oh, I didn't know that. I am very grateful, what can I say? And what about it?" he asked, curiosity piqued. Jean Pierre grinned, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "I received an SMS this morning from a man who saw your videos and was so impressed by your talent that he's coming to Paris to meet you."

Frenchie's eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected news. "Really? That's incredible! Do you know who this man is? What important news does he have to share?" Jean Pierre shrugged, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I'm not sure, but he seemed quite earnest in his message. Said he has something important to discuss with you in person."

Frenchie's mind raced with possibilities, his pulse quickening with excitement at the thought of meeting someone who had been moved by his music. "I can't believe it," he murmured, a sense of wonder washing over him. "This could be the opportunity of a lifetime." And as Frenchie and Jean Pierre continued to sip their coffee, their thoughts filled with dreams of the future and the endless possibilities that awaited them, they knew that no matter what lay ahead, they would face it together, united by their shared passion for music and the unwavering bond of friendship that bound them as brothers.

Izzy finished with his coffee and was looking
for an outfit to wear. He wanted something special because he remembered the deal with Frenchie for them to go for a walk along the Seine. He was humming Les feuilles mortes and he felt that he was head over heels in love with Frenchie. He was so grateful that he entered into his life a couple of days ago because he was so different than Etienne in many ways. Etienne was kind in the beginning but later became very jealous and possessive towards him.