"No, I'm serious, Troye you absolutely have to meet him."
Troye sets down his fork and takes a drink of water, vaguely annoyed.
"Emma, you met this guy like what, three, four times? Why are you so insistent that I meet him as well?"
Because he's hot - no, that doesn't even do him justice. He's gorgeous, Troye. I mean it. "Emma flicks her blonde hair out of her face as she speaks.
Troye rolls his eyes. "You see gorgeous people every day. Especially in Paris, during fashion week."
"But he's American," Emma informs him. "He's just here for fashion week. He's a model." She says like that will persuade Troye somehow somehow.
"Em, for all I know you're here desperately trying to set me up with a straight guy." Troye replies, taking a bite of my eggs. He loves Emma, but he's not in the mood for this conversation right now.
She gives him a look. "Troye, absolutely no shade intended, but I'm pretty sure no straight guy sings along to Robyn enthusiastically."
Troye opens his mouth and then shuts it because there's really no argument to that, so he eats some more eggs instead to avoid answering.
"Troye, I've just seen him so many times this week, it feels like a sign or something."
"Emma, you know I don't believe in signs." Troye tells her, shaking his head. "I barely ended my last relationship, I don't need another one right now."
Which is true. Even if the breakup was on his terms, it doesn't mean he's ready to fine his next beau so fast
"I'm not saying go marry the guy, I'm just saying...go on a date. Feel it out. You're 20 years old, don't swear off love just yet." Emma pops a grape into her mouth.
"I'm not. I'm just cautious."
Emma sighs. "Will you at least look at a picture of him? Just tell me if you think he's cute."
Troye swallows too fast and almost chokes on his breakfast. "You took pictures of him?"
"No I didn't take pictures. I'm not a creeper. I just found his portfolio on IMG models page."
"Oh, yeah you're not a creeper, just a stalker. Huge difference."
"Shut up." Emma taps through her phone and then turns it so Troye can see the screen. "Look."
Troye flicks a glance at the screen, and as much as he wants to shrug and say not my type, the man he's looking at is Gorgeous with a capital G. Wavy dark hair and a perfectly defined jawline and eyes that catch you up and pull you in, even just from a photograph. Jacob Bixenman. Even his name is pretty. It suits him. Him and his lanky limbs and the subtle six pack that Troye is definitely not looking at. Emma is smirking and Troye realizes that he's pretty much lusting after the image. He pushes her phone back at her and shrugs.
"Okay so he's cute. Look out the window." Troye gestures a nimble hand towards the bustling paved street outside the cafe window. "There's a dozen obscenely attractive people out there. Jacob is just one of many."
Emma's shoulders slump "okay but...I just have one question. If he asked you out, would you go?"
Troye rolls his eyes. "I've never even talked to guy."
"He's really sweet." She assures Troye. "Just say yes or no."
"No Em. Because if I say yes, I know you'll find a way to set us up. So the answer is no, I will not go on a date with Jacob Bixenman. Now can we finish breakfast in peace?"
