Consumed || Shawn Mendes ||

Paris

I sat in a beautiful cafe, eating a Tarte Tatin in the middle of the streets of Paris. I wore a straw hat from the market I bought a few hours earlier that hid my unruly curls. I had my aviator shades covering my dark brown eyes whilst taking in the breeze of the city. The floral maxi dress I wore danced with the breeze of the city as my comfy sandals tapped against the gravel under the table. I truly had not felt this alive in my entire years of existing on this planet.

My first night in Paris simply consisted of sleeping in a huge, satin sheeted, queen bed. After a much needed shower in the huge round crawl tub in my hotel room and then devouring my last American meal of a cheese burger and fries before diving into the cultured filled, European food. Today's plan was to take a stroll down the old cobblestone streets and look at the small shops. I followed the sweet smells of freshly baked baguettes.

Faint violins played in the background all while a breathtaking, fair skinned man with green eyes smiled at me. It caught me off guard. I looked back to see if maybe it was meant for someone behind me, but when I looked back to him, he pointed at me with a wide smile. My smile unknowingly matched his and he must of taken it as an invitation. He walked over to me and upon closer sight of him, I noticed he had a curly mohawk and he towered over me slightly, which was rare for me. Being 5'10 was never a plus in my life except for when I attended concerts. Gosh, I should've gotten my glasses fixed before booking my flight.

"Hello there, I don't mean to be so forward but I just thought you should know... you truly have a beautiful smile," he expressed with the most beautiful English accent I've ever heard. I had to smile at just his comment alone.

"Well, thank you very much," I answered. It was all I could seem to muster out. I had always been told my smile was nice and even unique at times. Thank you mom for all the dentist visits as a kid.

"Are you visiting the beautiful city of love on your own?" he assumed while looking all over my face. He seemed to catch my eyes at one point and kept a stare. "Or perhaps a new, permanent resident?" He added. He stood tall at about 6'1; he was truly a sight for sore eyes if I do say so myself.

"I'm just a wanderer; passing through I suppose," I whispered before clearing my throat and fixing my posture to stand a little straighter. "How about yourself?" I asked with a full voice as i walked around him and continued to stroll down the street as he followed beside me.

"That sounds like quite the mystery... so is this your first time here? And to answer your question, this is now home for me," the handsome stranger remarked with a slight smirk. He took momentary glances at the side of my face as I looked ahead. I could see it out of the corner of my eye as we continued the walk down the busy streets.

I wasn't used to someone constantly looking over at me. I wouldn't categorize myself as drop dead gorgeous. Quite honestly, I was more of the typical, cute girl from next door or the best friend of the more attractive girl. It didn't make me feel uneasy or anything, but it surely was more of a new, weird feeling that was unexplainable. I swallowed my throat before clearing it.

"Yes, my first international trip ever actually." I took a peak of his side profile and noticed some of his features that stood out. His jaw was painfully sharp, almost too good to be real. His beautiful, slightly pointed, upward nose and thin lips were graced with a very divine smile. He occasionally showcased his perfectly, straightened white teeth.

He caught me staring and he coyly brushed his hands over his jeans while puffing his cheeks with air and then letting out a deep breath. He then placed his hands in his pockets. I automatically felt embarrassed and tried to put my sunglasses back on but they got stuck on the collar of my dress. I slightly began to tug on them without noticing that we were walking off along a river to an unknown destination. I gave one, last hard tug and somehow I ended up losing my balance; stepping in between two of the cobblestones. I fell flat on my behind. He quickly tried to catch me by my hands, but failed. As I sat on the rough path with my legs outstretched in front of me, I began laughing like a maniac. A genuine, wholehearted laugh ran out of me and it felt amazing. He looked at me with a confused expression at first, but in a matter of seconds he joined me in laughter before helping me back onto my feet.

"Well that was one hell of an impression," he claimed, letting go of my hands as I regained my balance again.

"Yeah, no kidding," I giggled trying to stop the giggling while catching my breath. "That was so cliche, but it happened," I got out as the laughter slowly died down. I wiped my hands on my sides of my dress before successfully putting my shades on.

"What is your name, mon cheri"? He purred, intimidatingly standing over me.

"It doesn't matter now does it?" I said while raising my eyebrows and slightly pulling my glasses down so he could see my eyes. "I'm simply just... a wanderer."