strangers // styles

Three

After I went out of the museum, my second thing on my list was eating.
So I'm eating at "chuli's" where the Latin guy who attends tried to flirt me, but thanks to that, he gave me the taco for just €4.

I love tacos. And I should probably go back to the motel.
So I started walking to the train.

I must say, today the train is not that full of people, so that's great.

Maybe I talked too soon, just in the second stop bunch of people get into the train, and of course that put me with too much people behind me, in front of me and next to me.

But when I looked to my right because something punched me, I get to those pretty green eyes, again.

"Sorry" he said putting his hand up to hold himself. And I did the same to hold myself.

"Don't worry" I spoke giving him a close smile.

He had his guitar on his shoulders, probably that was what punched me.

I could admire more closely his profile, his nose is defined and his eyebrows are long. His lips are small with a bit of color and he has a defined jaw as well.

Just when I get to my stop I said bye to him, but the thing is that, we're going for the same direction.

"So..., you play really good" I spoke and his green eyes looked at me.

He smile (and I could see his white bright teethes) and one dimple appeared. He's cute.

"Yeah, it's my hobby" he answered "you like art, right?" He asked.

I nodded with my head and told him about the work of "le baiser" that capped my attention.

As the night was passing, we sited in a chair that was in a park where people were singing and painting.
Harry (that's his name) talked to me about his work here and that he lives here because the opportunity of that work. We even bought burritos! He also said that he loves burritos.
I told him that my hobby is traveling and that I work as a translator, I also told him that I can play the guitar.
I get to the motel really late that night, we gave our phone numbers and talked about random stuff: music, food, places.
He told me that maybe If i want, he could take me to a place where the best croissants are.

That's how my first night at Paris spent, and let me say, I really liked it.

Just when I get in my bed and checked my phone, a message was there. It was enough for get a smile on my face.

Good night girl who travels
H.