New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 8- Hello New York !

The trip on the plane took about 4 hours from my little Tennessee airport. My stomach was in knots from the moment I woke up this morning. It was a mix of nerves, sadness, excitement, fear, and a lot more mixed emotions. When we finally landed I threw myself out of the aircraft. The moment I stepped out of the airport and into the cool New York air I was in love. I love this city. I've never been here but I already love it. I stood in the street for a moment taking in the breathtaking buildings. I was a little scared that they might fall on top of me. Reality finally caught up to me when I realized I had no idea how I was going to get to NYU. Well shit. I turned and started walking. All of a sudden I seemed to ram right into a young man. We both fell to the ground and he started laughing. "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that I am not one for paying attention and I-" he chuckled again. I realized I was speaking rapidly in french. "It's alright. I was also not paying attention. You speak french? That's amazing. My name is Alexander but you can call me Alex. What's your name?" He also spoke in french. I stood there dumbfounded for a moment. "Hi Alexander. My name is Charlotte. I literally just moved here from Tennessee to attend NYU." I felt myself blush. I looked closer at his face to get a good look at him. He was quite attractive. I felt myself pulling part of my sweater up over my mouth and nose to cover my blush. He laughed heartily and stuck out his hand. "Hello Charlotte. It's very nice to meet you. I'm also attending NYU. I'm a freshman." I saw him blush as well but I pretended not to notice. I mentally patted myself on the back for running into a freshman at the new school I was attending in a new state. I picked up a book he had seemed to drop and handed it to him. "So I guess I'll see you on campus. If you ever need anything you can call me. Here." He pulled a piece of paper out of a notebook and scribbled his name and number on it. I looked up at his big blue eyes. "Thanks. I'll talk to you later then." He nodded and continued walking away. I sighed. He was taller than me but who wasn't really? His blonde hair was pushed to the side and his face was traced with small freckles around his blue eyes. I felt myself giggle like a child. No. none of that. You focus on school missy. I scolded myself. Then scolded myself again for not asking him how to get to NYU.