Love, Paris | ✔️

Chapter 6

What would you automatically do when you arrive in a new place all on your own?

A. Welcome yourself with a happy shout.

B. Take a picture or selfie in the airport

C. Kiss whatever ground your stepping at.

By all odds, because of astonishment, Paris did all except the last choice. Who would in the right mind do that? Well if there were no people in the airport, surely she would but unfortunately, the place is crowded.

Paris was grinning from ear to hear since she heard the arrival announcement of their plane. Luckily London to France flights were not that exhausted like their road trip from Cornwall to London which took more or less 6 hours.

It was too tiresome, seriously exhausting. She ought to take a bathe and rest when she reach the apartment but she couldn't care less! Her joy could not be replaced by anything! Except her hunger that begun to disturb her.

Paris looked down on her watch to see the time. It was almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon. She looked around if there are any cabs that she could ride from there to her apartment.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle!" A vacant cab, luckily, stopped in her front her with a jolly driver on it.

"Bonjour Monsieur!" One thing Paris regretted is she did not know or she was not fluent with French language. She did know a bit but merely greetings and small talks! She nibbled her lower lip before she uttered a word.

"Je suis ... je suis dèsolè, Monsieur. Je .... je ne com .... comprends pas Francaìs. Parlez... Parlez-vous Anglais?" Paris stuttered hoping she had pronounce and used the right words.

The driver plastered a smile on his face and nodded to her.

"Oui! Un pètit."

A flush of relief flowed in her whole body. Finally, she would not have any difficulties to speak French! In someways she did regret not having French class during her college years. Who would expect it?

"Merci beaucoup! Can you drive me to this hotel, Sir?" Paris asked as she showed him the name of the apartment. The driver agreed and helped her put her baggage inside.

Paris usually gazed outside by the window. She was awed by what she saw. All the infrastructures are majestically made by either bricks or concrete. Their culture were entirely shown on the buildings seen along the way. So classic and traditional. She could also see people so joyous on meeting other people. She sighed when she remembered her hometown. Hers was also joyous yet so peaceful. The sea breeze and the smell of salt from the harbour would make her place different from the others. Here in Paris is completely different. Concrete jungle, as they say.

"You tourist?" Paris thoughts were cut when the driver begun interrogating her. She gave him a smile and nod.

"Why alone?" The driver asked her as he peer to her through the rear view mirror.

"I wanted to," she answered, "for independence sake"

"Ah! You finding love?"

Paris' eyes went round because of his question. The driver got her reaction and chuckled.

"Oh! So you not find love?" He asked again. ", mademoiselle. You should have lover when tour here."

Paris grinned at him while shaking her head side wards. She found the man friendly and trying his best to communicate in English. At least, he has confidence and determination.

"I don't intend to, monsieur," she answered back. If only he would know that there is a marriage waiting on her on Cornwall. Paris cringed on the thought of marrying someone she absolutely does not know. As of the moment, she only to want to enjoy her freedom by herself. No other distractions.