Wherever You Will Go

Chapter 4- Catch My Eye

{Dianne}
Wow. This place is amazing. Quite frankly, if the rest of my trip to France isn't like this now I'm going to be quite disappointed, because this is the poshest hotel I've ever stayed in. Okay, maybe not the poshest, everyone here looks normal and not stuck up, but it's very fancy and has nice decor. To say the least. After turning circles three times in the lobby I see a desk filled with leaflets identical to the one I have in my hand. Confidently I walk over, before realising that I have to speak to them in French, probably. The guys behind the desk are wearing T-shirt's with the logo of the programme on, and one points to a sign.

Ask me for a room

Okay, here goes...
"Je voudrais une chambre pour moi, avec un lit s'il vous plaît."
For a few seconds all three of us stand here in silence, before the guy on the right grins.
"Well done, you're the first one to do it so quickly." He says in perfect English.
"You've got to be kidding me." I laugh, "You made me ask you in French?"
"Well babes you are in France." The guy on the right replies, startling me a little. Looking at him, I realise he can't possibly be much older than me; his dark hair is almost shoulder length, he's quite tanned and rather tall. Dreamy. Not to mention the cute British accent.
"So honey tell me, what's your name?" He asks, lifting a box onto the desk in front of me. As he lifts it I notice how his biceps show slightly through his shirt. Dreamier still. When the box is on the desk he looks at me pointedly.
"Oh, yeah, my name, uh, D-Dianne..." It comes out as more of a question and I mentally kick myself. Now he thinks I'm stupid. Instead he chuckles slightly,
"Are you sure? Were you asking me or telling me?" Knowing I've made him laugh makes me smile,
"Telling you. Dianne Buswell. Oh," I say, remembering the leaflet in my hand, "You might want this..." I drop it on the table and he picks it up. It has everything in it; where I'm staying, who I'm staying with, my medical notes. Everything.
"Thanks, I think you're the only one that actually had it out ready."
"Well, gotta be prepared, you know." It's a flippant comment, but it makes him smirk again.
"Now Dianne, this is your room key for the next couple of days until everyone else arrives. Is there anything you want to know?"
"Um, yes, there is actually..." This seems to be the wrong answer, as he sighs,
"Breakfast is down the hall to the left, served from 6-8:30." For a minute I'm confused.
"Thanks, but... I wasn't going to ask that."
"Oh, sorry, that's the only question that everyone else has asked. So, what do you want to know sweetie?" He asks, placing the box back on the floor. Wow his muscles.
"Um, is there anywhere to dance round here? Like a studio or a hall or something?" Clearly he wasn't expecting that, as he's shocked for a minute.
"I mean, I'm not 100% sure, but I'll find out for you before the end of the day. I'll see what I can do for you honey." As I turn to leave he winks at me, and my heart skips a beat. Then walking to the lift someone catches my eye. Only for a second, but in that second something clicks. I know those eyes. Someone can't be here that I know? Surely not. I watch as the boy walks up to the same desk that I've just been to. I know him, I know that I know him, but I can't for the life of me think where from.

{Joe}
That's her. Is it her? It's definitely her. She's stood at the desk, talking and laughing with a guy behind it. He looks about our age, and is quite good-looking. When I go to grab my case I realise my hand is in a fist. What on earth am I doing? Pull yourself together Joe. The redhead from the airport is talking and maybe- probably, definitely- flirting with the guys at the desk. Who cares? You won't see her for six months anyway. Get over it. Only when I see a flash of red hair do I realise she's left the desk. For a moment she catches my eye, and her face filled with confusion. Nice one Joe. You made that much of an impression that she didn't even recognise you.

Slowly I walk over to the desk.
"Hey dude you okay, you look a little..."
"Spaced out?" The other guy offered.
"Yeah..." the first guy said. He's the one that Reddo was flirting with. Immediately he's in my bad books, but I'm not quite sure why. While he's giving me my information pack and room key I can't help but daydream. His voice is so boring, how did she find him so interesting? Somethings wrong with me. You've known her less than 12 hours, and you've only spoken 2 sentences to her. Get a grip. Suddenly I'm pulled out of my wonderful fantasies of finding ways to keep this guy away from Reddo.
"So, do you have any questions?"
"Uh, yeah actually..." at this he sighs,
"Breakfast is down the hall to the left, served from 6-8:30."
"Wow, that was going to be my second question. But my first question- when do we find out who we'll be staying with? We're all partnered up aren't we right? With someone from another country?" I genuinely want to know. I can't wait to meet whoever I'm going to be staying with, and I know me and my partner will have the best time, no matter what language we both speak.
"Oh, that..." he flicks through a folder. "So everyone should be here by the end of the week., that gives us, what? 2, 3 days? Basically when everyone's arrived, although there's nothing saying you can't find out by yourself by asking people what family they're staying with. There's a lounge for the programme on the fourth floor, by the way, so you can meet more people there if you want." No matter my random feeling of dislike for this guy, he has been helpful, so I give him a quick smile before heading to the lift, arms full of information packs and quick French vocab guides. What have I signed up for?