𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 & 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀

paris; cmb

"say je'taime paris!"

i smiled really brightly as my best friend took my picture in front of the eiffel tower.

"you look beautiful!"

i laughed and thanked her as i took back my phone, inspecting the picture.

"damn girl you've got some made photography skills!"

she smiled at me and grabbed my hand, dragging me towards the louvre.

we walked in and we're fascinated by all of the paintings when i accidentally bumped into someone.

"oh my god i'm so sorry."

i quickly scrambled to get up, and my cheeks were bright red from embarrassment. i stood up and was met with gorgeous blue-green eyes and i suddenly felt lost for words.

"uhm i."

the tall blonde seemed fascinated by my state of clumsiness and chuckled lightly.

"are you okay darling."

i smiled and blushed furiously at the name and nodded my head.

"uhm yeah, thanks. sorry for bumping into you."

he shook his head.

"don't be silly, i wasn't looking where i was going."

he stuck his hand out for me to shake and i happily accepted.

"i'm corbyn."

"i'm yn."

"wow beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

i blushed even harder and he smiled deviously. he was about to say something else when a gorgeous brunette cane running over.

"come on corbs, there's no one in front of the mona lisa and i wanna see it before it gets too crowded again."

she placed her hand in his and my heart sank.

"uhm yeah i'll be right over chris."

she ran off and he looked at me, a look of sadness in his eyes.

"look i'm sorry if i led you on or anything-."

"no it's fine."

i smiled weakly at him and spun around.

"it was nice meeting you corbyn."

and i walked back to my place with bff.