Johnny too bad.

John.

I was on the verge of falling when someone firmly grabbed my arm, putting me on my feet again.
" Putain.. I mean, thanks a lot. "
I raised my gaze, my cheeks red of shame from sounding so rude.
"Ce n'est rien.. " The guy said in french but with an obvious British accent.
Blonde smooth hair, blue eyes, pale face, tight jeans and top.
" My name is John. " he switched back to English with a smile.
" Yasmine. " I simply answered
He took my bag from my hands despite my protestations, and began walking in front of me.
I stayed a moment, stunned about what just happened.
Some hours ago, I was sprinting around my studio, because I had a trip for " Saving the whales. "
A side of me was glad and happy about it, the other side was horrified and skeptical.
My thoughts came back to the handsome man walking in front of me.
The stars I had in my eyes disappeared like dust after a good vacuum cleaning.
Men like this were either pricks, sick to death or gays.
This one looked healthy, also saved me from falling in the water and even helped me with my bags.
..Poor me, I definitely had no chance.