"Qui es-tu?" He asks.
"Huh? I can't understand you!" I respond confused.
"Oh," he says realization on his face, "ah, how do you say it?"
"Say what?" I ask still confused.
"Right! Who are you?" He says in a thick French accent.
"Sorry, I am still struggling with Anglais," He adds. "English, sorry."
"That's okay! I can speak a little bit of Français (French)!" I respond sweetly.
"Anyway, Merci (thank you) for helping me up, but I've got to get to salle de gym. que je hais.(gym, which I hate)" I say turning to leave.
"Votre Français est bon. Comment vous appelez-vous(Your French is good! What is your name?)?" He says his hand on my shoulder.
"Peggy," I respond, a shiver running down my spine.
"Très joli. Mon nom est Marquis De la Fayette, mais vous pouvez m'appeler Laf(Very pretty. My name is Marquis De la Fayette, but you can call me Laf)," He says, taking the hand off my shoulder. I feel the heat rise in my cheeks as I shake his hand then scurry off to gym with only one thought in my head.
Laf, Laf, Laf, Laf, Laf, Laf, and Laf.
A/N
Using Google for translations. Please excuse any errors in my French.
In other words, Pardon my French! 😆
-Secretwreader😝
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