Antoine sat at the bar alone, he had just broke up with his girlfriend, he was proud of himself but a part of him felt the regret in him.
"What's wrong with you?" He heard the bartender ask him, he looked up from the drink she had just made for him.
"Just broke up with my girlfriend." Antoine sighed resting his chin in the palm of his hand.
"Ah I see," she paused, "If it makes you feel any better mine broke up with me today too." She said pouring him another drink.
"Merci—I mean gracias." Antoine shook his head, he was caught up in his head he forgot where he was.
"Bienvenue." She winked making Antoine chuckle, "tu parle français?"
"un peu."
"Hey that counts to me." He laughed chugging down his drink.
"You aren't from here are you?" Antoine asked looking into her eyes and she shook her head, "hell no."
"Where are you from, babe?" He asked her, he was not one to flirt like that but he didn't feel one bit of regret saying that to her.
"The city that never sleeps." She said making Antoine think a little, "I'm thinking New York City, am I wrong?"
She shook her head, "right on point with that one."
Antoine smiled sticking out his hand, "Antoine griezmann."
"Clara Dickson." She took his hand going in for a hand shake until he kissed the top of it.
"A very french name."
"Is it now?" She asked and he nodded as his response as well as he lifted his glass for a refill.
"Alright, Mr.Griezmann, you are on such high demand, aren't you?"
