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Chapter 4

When I'm walking down the stairs back from my visit with Harry, I run into Aimeé.

Her eyebrows crinkle. "What were you doing up there?"

I smile. "Oh I was just telling him to stop the crashing. It's fine, I handled it."

She studies me, and just when I think she caught my lie, she says. "Okay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I open the door to my apartment, crawling into bed. I'm tired from only my second day in France, and even though there's a lot to think about from the day I drift off to sleep.

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I wake up to the sound of laughter outside my window. After glancing outside, I find a bunch of people, Americans, sitting on the street corner, drinking wine. They're having their own wine party, on the corner.

I shut my blinds, changing so that I can get in the shower. Although Harry mentioned that he knows I sing in the shower, I ignore his comment and decide that I won't change for him.

As the water pours over me, I think about what Harry and I talked about. Even though I've known him for less than a day, he knows me better than anyone.

I think about his invitation to meet him upstairs, but I quickly rethink my idea. It would be weird for me to just show up at his doorstep, and I still have to get a car.

I get out of the shower, blow drying my hair and putting it in a braid, not even bothering to straighten it.

The bag of clothes I bought yesterday sits on the counter, and I pick out a few items from it.

I grab my purse, walking downstairs.

I take a cab to the car dealership, just outside the city. As we drive I watch the as the famous iconic sights pass by. The Eiffel Tower, the Arc De Triromphe, and even the Louvre Museum. There's still so much to see, and when I have my own car I'll be able to go where I want.

He drops me off, and I walk inside the building.

"Bonjour, are you purchasing?" He asks me in French.

"Yes, I'm looking for a vespa." I tell him.

He nods, walking me to the showing room.

Lined up in several rows, are the scooters. They're many different colors, but one in certain stands out to me.

It's navy, but the seat is tan. There's white detail along the sides.

"How much for that one?" I ask.

"7,000. It's used." He says.

It works out well, because my mom gave me 15,000 to buy a car. I'll have extra money, even though I have nothing to buy.

Many documents later, I drive back to my apartment on my new scooter. It's a freeing feeling, to be able to go to where ever my heart desires.

I park my scooter on the side of my building, walking back inside to put my stuff away.

Sighing from exhaustion, I open the door to my apartment, but I'm met with a face turning to me.

"Finally, there you are."

Harry is laying on my couch, enjoying a whole apple. He sits up to look at me before laying back down.

The surprise must be clear on my face as I ask. "What are you doing here?"

He stands up, throwing the apple core into the trash can. "I came to visit."

"We barely know each other." I cross my arms over my chest.