Have you ever heard that France is the place
where loves happens?
Well that is exactly what has happened to me.
I met someone who gave me
an orange rose...
I am half Korean and half French. My dad is French and my mom is Korean. I speak both languages. I live with only my dad. My mom left me when I was 11. I have no siblings. I am 18 years old. And i live in Korea.
My dad has a company in France. So we go there a few times a year.
We stayed in a city in France. We wanted to stay there for a month.
We arrived, then got off our plane.
We called a cab and got in.
"To the nearest hotel." My dad tells the driver
The city was big, but not too big, when we got off our plane, the sun was beginning to set. It looked beautiful with the pink clouds and the city lights.
We arrived at our hotel, and it was a bit fancy. We paid the cab and went into the hotel.
We book a hotel, with two rooms.
As we walk to our room, I ask "After we set our things down, can we get something to eat?"
"Sure. I saw a small restaurant on our way here. Its close so we can walk." My dad responds.
We enter the room and I was shocked at how clean it looked.
We set our things down in our rooms.
"You ready?" My dad asks
"Yup."
We walk back out of the hotel and Walk to the restaurant.
When we enter, it was simple and small.
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Soft French music played. We took a seat and a waitress takes our order then goes back into the kitchen.
"I need to use the bathroom. I'll be back." My dad says and leaves
I rest my head on my hand on the table. Looking down and drawing stuff with my fingers on the table.
Then my eyes were drawn to a man. With a long coat on, and his facial features were perfect. He also seemed Asian like me. My eyes were drawn to him, because he was looking at me.
He was sitting down with his back against the wall as he stares at me.
Then he gets up and walks out the door.
I look back down and continue to be as bored as ever.
Then He comes back inside. His hands were behind his back.
He just stood there staring at me again.
Then he sits in front of me.
He talks to me in French. So I talked back in french too.
"Hello." He says
"Hi..." I reply
He stuck his hand out from behind his back.
He had a rose. An orange perfect rose.
He sets it on the table and pushes it towards me.
I was going to pick it up, but he did first.
He bagan taking the thorns off of the stem. Which made me smile.
He hands it back to me and I look around the rose. Admiring it's color.
"Thank you." I say
"You are welcome... I thought it looked like you so I wanted to give it to you. Even though it will die soon."
"Then I shall cherish it till the petals come off." I say
He smiles at the comment.
"You have an Asian face. Where are you from?" He asks
"Korea."
"Hm. And are you half French?"
I nod my head. "So am I. French and Korean." He says
"What is your name?" He asks
"Jimi." I answer
Talking to him made me feel calm. Like we new each other for years.
"You seem young. What is your age?"
"18..." I answer
"I am just 20..."
He looks into my eyes and puts his hands on the table.
"I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you Jimi. Ever time I blink I get sad. But everytime i look at you. I get this nice warm happy feeling." He says
I chucke. Then cover my face to hide my blush.
"No! Please don't hide your face. It hurts. I want to see your beauty..."
I chuckle again and move my hands to the table, next to his.
He quickly holds my hands. His hands were cold and soft.
"I would love to see you again Jimi. Can I give you my number?" He asks softly
I slowly nod my head.
He lets go of one hand but keeps hold of the other one, tightly.
He grabs a napkin and gets a pen out of his pocket.
He rights his number. Then slides the napkin to me.
I grab it and slide it in my jacket pocket.
"I'll leave now, good bye Jimi. I hope you call me." He says
"I will..."
Before he stands up, he holds my hands into a ball. And smiles at me.
