Canva's of Love: The beginning

Canva's beginning

In the heart of Montmartre, the artistic pulse of Paris, lived Louise a spirited street artist with a soul as bright as her vibrant paintings. One blazing afternoon, as she passionately painted her latest masterpiece on the canvas, she noticed a  nomadic spirit named Gabrielle watching in starstruck.

Gabrielle, an adventurous traveler from the Philippines, was easily captured by Louise's artistry. Intrigued by the lively strokes and vivid hues, he approached her with admiration in his eyes.

Gabrielle: Hey you! Your painting's are so amazing!!! It's so... What's the word magnificent

Louise: Smirked... Bonjour what are you upto mister?

Gabrielle: I am currently finding the nearest bakery but I can't seem to track it in this map, I'm screwed

Louise: A traveller... The nearest bakery is In the back of the park

Gabrielle: Can you help me!!! please 🥹🥹

Louise: I have a job to do, and I don't follow strangers

A few moments passed and suddenly A robber robbed Louise's handbag and ran away. Louise was so devastated and here comes the traveller who helped get her hand bag and beat the robber.
Their worlds collided in that fateful moment, as if destiny had orchestrated their meeting on the picturesque streets of France. Louise agreed to help him find the nearest café. What louise didn't know, The robber was Gabrielle's friend and he helped gabrielle to score on louise and Gabrielle know paris all too well because his family was a famous artist in the country.

Gabrielle: All this time this place was here, I'm so dumb

Louise: Can't blame you, France is a beautiful place It's easy to get lost, you can be mesmerised with one view and you seem to lose all your focus

Gabrielle stared at louise's eyes while she was talking  and said Like when I saw you

Louise: What?

Gabrielle: Let's get going I wanna buy some ( krosants ) and the famous chocolat chaud à

Louise: It's ( kwa-son ) and good choicing
I love me some chocolate drink

Louise and Gabrielle Sat at the bench as they exchanged stories over cups of chocolat chaud à in a cozy Montmartre café,The backdrop of Parisian cafes and the Seine River adds a touch of timeless romance to their story, creating a love plot that unfolds like a masterpiece painted on the canvas of the City of Love.

Gabrielle: So what's your name pretty artist?

Louise: I'm not telling my name to a strange traveller

Gabrielle: ugh... okay so where are you from?

Louise: Isn't it obvious? I'm from france

Gabrielle: Aren't you gonna ask me where I'm from?

Louise: Ugh fine.. Where are you from "Crazy Traveller"

Gabrielle: I'm from the philippines

Louise: Philo what? Where is that?

Gabrielle: It's in southeast asia, It's my home well not really

Louise: How so?

Gabrielle: It's private matter "pretty artist"

Louise: Stop calling me that you "crazy traveller"

Gabrielle: ( laughs ) It was nice hangin with you hope to see you soon again pretty artist " mahal na ata kita "

Louise: What does "mahal na ata kita" means? waittt,,,

And suddenly the night had already rose and the place slowly went dark gabrielle also slowly disappeared in the night.

Louise: What was his name? Who is he? Ughhh!!! why did I not ask for his name!!!! I'm so dumb!!!!!

To be continued......