"Three and a half hours?" I say looking at the time on my phone.
"There was a half hour intermission!" Carter says.
"But three hours? That leaves us with two hours though," I say. "Where to next?"
"How do you know I'm not just leaving you here and making you walk home?"
"Because I've met you," I joke. "And you're my Romeo."
"Okay true. But we do have to walk." We go out of the theater and around the corner. Before we turn Carter puts his hand over my eyes. "And, here." He takes his hands off. I look at the little shop in front of me.
"A bakery?" I ask. "What is this about?"
"Look at the name," he says pointing up to the sign.
"A Taste of Paris?" I put my hand over my mouth. "Okay, New York, Romeo and Juliet, and now this?" I try to hold back tears.
"Well, you coming?" He asks opening the door. A bell chimes. I walk in behind him. He walks up to the cashier. "Seven mini baguettes please." He gives the cashier some money and takes his change. We walk to a table next to the window.
"Seven baguettes?" I ask.
"Mini baguettes. And it's your favorite number, or so you've told me." He bites into one. "So, how are we gonna split it?" I laugh and take three of them. "Three it is."
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Anger, Love, and Loss
Teen FictionSarah was just living her normal high-school life, (Fight with sister, hang out with friends, etc.) when it starts to pour downhill, until a boy comes and turns it around.
