Roommates

Chapter {30} - A day in Paris.

We walked downstairs to where everyone was and ate our breakfast. It was incredibly delicious, beside that I already have a thing on waffles and fruits for breakfast. There was old vintage cups and plates, food was serviced like we are in the 60's, everything felt magic and at that moment I fell in love with this hotel.

After the breakfast, the director announced that we have plans today and demanded us to get on the bus.

Dylan intertwined his hand in mine as we walked out the buss and it felt good, it felt real and I knew that he's not just playing around or messing. He's honest about what he shows and I know he loves me, I know in someway I changed him so that he's with me today but what I think is that I failed in something. I really want him to talk with his parents but I can't quite find out.

We walked up the stairs that led to the inside of the museum and there was a Lady standing beside the door.

"Hello, hope you enjoy your visit." She said smiling and fixed her eyeglasses on her face. We smiled back and head to the museum.

There was a lot of sculpture, paintings, drawings and it really was amazing. The moment you set your feet in this museum, you can feel the warmth and the art in the air.
Dylan began laughing beside me and he was trying hard not to. I looked at him, confused and he managed to say between his laughs "did you notice that everything here is about naked women and men!"

I looked around me and noticed that what he was saying was true and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Oh God!" I sighed.

"Shameless artists." He joked.

I laughed and then he said "bit you know, if I would draw the picture of a women, I'll paint you..." He looked at my eyes and I smiled.

"Naked " he continued and I gasped.

"Dylan!!" I groaned and he laughed, once again.

Ethan and Tatia came running toward us and once they reached us they started yelling. Well, Ethan was yelling.

"Guys!! The school let us go and have lunch whenever we want and all alone. So come on let's dig into Paris. And not in these stupid museums."

Some people looked at us with a disgusted and angry expression on their face and others laughed. After all, Ethan was yelling in a place where it should be filled with silence and calm!

"Great. Come on, let's get out of here." Dylan said and we rushed out of the museum.

We began walking in the streets, the old design is wonderful, people walking and talking the French and I tried to understand what they were saying but I couldn't. They were so fast. I loved the way they talk. A smile was on our face and I knew that we were having a good time.

I guess, Paris has something magical in the air.

"Okay now, where are we supposed to eat? I see a lot of restaurants and they are all beautiful." Tatia spoke and they were all looking at the left where there were big fancy restaurants. I, on the other hand, was looking at the right. It was a tiny little old restaurant. The building is so small and made of rocks. It looked old. The curtains were colorful and the sign held 'Lovely Breakfast' in a vintage font.

"This one." I spoke making everyone to look at my direction.

I looked at him and they were giving me glares. And I understood what they were thinking.