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Cordelia drove for a long time. Until she was met with the sign that said, "Welcome to Mystic Falls"

She visited here all the time because it's where Harper lives. She had met Harper in middle school. She was her only friend for a really long time.

This town was described as 'creepy'. But Cordelia loved creepy things. This was what she needed. A getaway.

She was happy when she got to Harpers apartment. She knocked on the door and within seconds a small brunette opened the door.

"Hi." Cordelia said.

"Comment allez vous?" 'how are you doing?' Harper asked taking her into a hug.

"Not so good." She said starting to cry.

"Aw. Please don't cry. You know how I am with emotions." Harper complained.

"Sorry."

Harper pulled her into the apartment and wanted to know what happened. Cordelia told her everything. But she started to cry and ramble, and whenever Cordelia rambled she would switch between English and French so it was a little hard to follow.

"Chérie, je suis tellement désolé." 'honey I'm so sorry' Harper told her by then end of it.

She didn't answer she just cried even harder.

"It will get better okay. I promise. My place is really small so one of us will have to sleep on the couch alright?"

Cordelia shook her head. "No. I'll just get a hotel. I don't want to put you out. But I do want to stay here a while."

"Of course."

They watched movies and Harper tried to comfort her. She eventually ended up falling asleep.

She couldn't breath in that room. Too much was going through her mind. She looked around as she rubbed her tattooed hand again. She desperately wanted her mom to be there. She got up, trying not to wake Harper, and walked outside.

There was a bar here called the grill. She figured it was a good time as any to drown her sorrows.

When she walked in she immediately caught the attention of a certain red haired man. She sat sat the bar and he noticed her tear-stained face.

"Rough night?" She heard a British voice ask.

"Rough life." She mumbled back. She almost wasn't sure she heard him.

"Care to talk about it?" He asked again.

"Well I got fired from my job that I didn't even like today. My fiancé cheated on me. I don't exactly have a place to live, and my moms anniversary is soon." She said in one breath. She surprised herself when she said that all in English.

"Wow. That certainly is one bad day."

"Parle-moi de ça." 'Tell me about it' she mumbled again.

"French?"

She nodded her head. "You speak it?"

"I can understand it. I've always wanted to learn more."

"I could teach you."

"Really?" He asked.

"I'm half French. My mother taught me."

He chuckled. He brought up his hand for her to shake. "Klaus Mikaelson."

"Cordelia Evanson." She smiled politely. She looked up at his face for the first time. She realized how handsome he was.

When she looked up he noticed how gorgeous she was as well.

"I have an idea." He said suddenly.

"Uh-oh."

"I have a job offer for you."

"Uh-oh." She said again.

"My housekeeper quit a little bit ago. You could clean my house and live there. I'll pay you and you can teach me French."

"How do I know your not a murderer who's inviting me into his him to kill me?" She asked.

"How do I know your not a murderer? I am inviting you into my house after all."

"Good point."

"You'll have a job and a place to live. I think it's a pretty good deal."

She thought about it for a moment. It was a good offer. But she had only just met this man.

"It's a big house but he pay is rather generous." He said trying to persuade her.

She did need money. And a place to live. And a job. She wanted to be a writer some day. But she had been working small jobs to earn money. She smiled after she thought some more.

"Quand est-ce que je commence?" 'When do I start?' She asked.

He smiled at her. "As soon as possible."