This time I got up earlier than Zayn. The night before he’d taken me to have dinner to a really elegant restaurant; then we went for a walk by the Seine and then headed back to the hotel. I was having the time of my life, but tonight we’d have to leave… Zayn had done lots of things for me, and I thought it’d be cool if I’d do the same. But what exactly could I do for him? I stared at him for a while, taking a look at each tattoo he had. That was when it came to me. I got up from the bed and got dressed; it was still 9.30 am, so I’d have enough time to come back to the hotel room before he woke up. I looked at him one last time and went out the door.
I grabbed a map from the hotel and headed to the nearest place where I could get what I wanted. I walked and walked until I found it, and got in. A fat and bald man, who seemed to be very nice, walked towards me and started to speak in French. I only asked him if he could speak English, and thank God he did.
“Hello”, he said, shaking my hand.
“Hi”.
“What do you need?”
“Well, I’d like to book a date for today. There are two of us”.
“Let me see if we have some space”. He looked at his notebook and wrote something on it. “Desolé, I’m sorry but we’ve got no time for today. Maybe I could fit you in for tomorrow”.
“That won’t be posible, we’re going back to England tonight”.
“My nephew works in London, in this same business. Maybe I can call him and you can go there tomorrow morning”.
“That’s be great”.
“What’s your name?”
“Emma Andrews”.
“Alright Emma, this is the address. Go there around noon and ask for Pierre”, he said, handing me a paper.
“Thank you very much, sir”.
He was about to say something, but my phone beeped. It was Zayn. I asked the man to wait for a second and picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Emma, where are you?”
“You were sleeping so I went for a walk”.
“Oh, okay. Will it take you long?”
“No, I’m on my way back”.
“Alright, see you later then. Love you”.
“See you. Love you too”. I hang up and looked at the man.
“What do you want to get?”, he asked.
“I don’t know yet, I think it’ll be a sentence”.
“Fine, I’ll call my nephew right now. Bye”.
“Thank you, bye”.
I went out of there and headed back to the hotel room. During the walk, I couldn’t help but think of ideas of what we could get. When I arrived, he was sitting on the couch. He got up and kissed my cheek.
“I was worried”.
“No need to, I just went for a walk”.
“I don’t like it when I wake up and you’re not next to me”. I kissed him, and he pulled me in on the couch, so we started to laugh.
“So, where have you been?”
“Looking for something to surprise you”.
“Were you? And what is it?”
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