The city of love! Its so beautiful and full of culture! Thank you, God, I won that contest back home. I never win anything. I'm glad I won this. My day was chock full of activities. Authentic french food for breakfast; not just a croissant. Then, I went on a walking tour. The historic landmarks and art were so breath taking. I just came back from a wine tasting party at a local vineyard.
I changed into something more comfortable and casual for tonight. I just wanted to discover Paris for myself. I grabbed my map and started on foot down Rue Charlemagne. Eventually, I make it to River Seine. After taking many pictures and sending them to my mom, I find myself in a main square made of little shops. The one that catches my eyes, or should I say nose, was this candy store. It was called, "Chocolat et autres douceurs". In an intoxicated like daze, I drift into the shop and let my nose guide me to the sweets. Given that it was almost midnight, the store was empty except for me and workers.
"Je peux vous aider, ne manquez?" This man said to me from behind the glass counter.
"I...Uh...Je suis...how do I say this, shit...désolé...Je ne parle pas français." I finally say after my struggle. He looks at me with confusion. After a moment, I understand. I just told him that I don't speak french, in french! "seulement un peu" I continue by saying that I speak a little french.
"Je suis désolé, madame. Je ne parle pas anglais. Voulez-vous toujours à l'ordre? Vous désirez un chocolat noir?" He asks nicely.
"Je suis désolé. I'm sorry...I...I don't understand..." I say to him as I begin to flip through my English-French dictionary.
"Je vais avoir la Poire belle Hélène et cette jeune fille aura une boîte de macarons." I hear this deep voice say from behind me. I turn to meet these intensely bright blue eyes. He looks down at me expressionless for a moment before a small smile slowly spread across his face. "I couldn't help but overhear your struggles. I hope you don't mind, but I ordered something for the both of us." I shook my head, no, before he continued. "I ordered you a box of Macarons. They make the best in this part of Paris."
"Thank you. That was very nice of you. I just got lost in the smell of chocolate, that I forgot I was in another country. Speaking of, you're not from here either. You're British?"
He laughs at my forwardness, I guess. "Yes. I live right outside of London."
"Vous pouvez y aller. C'est 22,252 €." The man behind the counter said as he handed the English man the food.
"Oh, I have money." I say as I stuff my hands into my purse.
He waves his hand. "Think of this as a treat."
"I just can't take a 'treat' from a stranger." I say cautiously.
He sets the boxes down. "I'm Daniel, pleasure to make your acquaintance." I would ask him if he was for real, but he seemed pretty serious.
I shake his hand. "The pleasure is all mine, Daniel." I say, meeting his level of formality. "I'm (Y/N)."
He smiles as he hands me the Macarons. "Follow me." He says as he leads me outside to a fountain in the middle of the square. We sit at the edge and begin eating.
I awkwardly begin. "So you speak french fluently?"
He chuckles. "Yeah, it was the only foreign language my primary school offered. I need to speak french sometimes for my job anyway."
"Oh. What do you do?" I say intrigued.
"Business...stuff." I look at him with a look that says 'Really? Do I look like a little kid?'. He notices. "It's just complicated, but I don't want to talk about work in front of such a beautiful woman."
"You know just what to say don't you?" I playfully ask. He just gives me this shit eating grin as he takes another bite.
The End.
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