Ta Fête (Stromae Fanfiction)

1: Bienvenue Chez Moi

Andrea's Point of View (P.O.V.)
I walked into a bar, the smell of alcohol hitting my face as soon as I open the door.
The chatter of people filled the air as well as the sound of glasses clinking.
I walk through the crowd of people to the bar and sit down on a seat in the corner, letting myself relax for the first time in a month, since I had been so high strung about moving here, to Belgium.

"What'll you have?" The bartender asked me in French

"Anything with lots of vodka." I responded and he chuckled then walked away to prepare my drink

I knew French, English, Spanish, and German, so moving to Brussels wasn't a challenge for me linguistically, though I managed to think in Spanish more often than in French.

The bartender came back and handed me a glass. I had no idea what the hell it was, but I drank it anyway.

I looked around the bar after hearing someone laughing loudly.
I looked to the right and there was a guy standing at a table with some friends... He was tall, had dark brown hair that complimented his light brown skin... He.. He was gorgeous.

We made eye contact for a second but then I looked away to avoid being awkward.

Damn, European guys are so much hotter than American guys.

I looked up at him a few times after our eye contact and every time I would look at him, he was looking back at me with a sexy glance.

I tried to focus on something else to avoid eye contact with him, to keep me from wanting to go over to where he was.

I ordered my third drink and just focused on downing that.

I focused on my outfit, I had on tight black jeans, a nude colored blouse that was sheer enough you could see my black bra under it, a long black necklace, a few black bracelets, and some black high heels.
I had smokey eye makeup and was wearing Androgyny by Jeffree Star Cosmetics on my lips, so basically the only things that weren't black were my shirt and my lipstick...

The guy who's made eye contact with me starts to stare in my direction again, but this time I don't really try to look away.

I see him look away to talk to his friends, so I just kind of figure he's lost interest.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, so I look down to check it, but it was only my boss reminding me that I start work tomorrow, as if I would forget.

"Is this seat taken?" I hear someone say and when I look up its the guy I've been looking at all night

"No." I say and then he sits down next to me

"I'm Paul... Paul van Haver." He said with a smile

"Andrea Serrano." I respond and then he smiles

"Pretty name to match a pretty face." He says and I couldn't help but blush a bit.

We start to talk about each other for a bit, until he offers to buy me a drink.

I gladly accept and then we keep talking.

He was funny... Handsome... Smart...

"So, Andrea, what do you do? You seem a bit familiar." He says and then it came to me, he probably just recognized me from a magazine

"I'm in modeling, but tomorrow I start a job in photography and video directing." I said and he raised an eyebrow

"Modeling? Not surprised." He says and then I raised one of my eyebrows

"What do you mean by that?" I chuckled

"You're extremely beautiful, I wouldn't see why you wouldn't be a model or something along those lines." He said with a smile and then I smiled back at him