Dares

My Giraffe

Faith's POV:

I groaned and rolled over to see Luke's empty bed. I grab my phone, that was resting on the nightstand and looked at the time. 1:40... holy shit I am a fan of sleeping. I looked back over to Luke's bed and jumped up, and ran over to his bed. There I found a note that said, "If you want to find your giraffe go to the place we got yelled at by the Frenchman"

I smirked and walked over to the door to grab my shoes. Considering that we got yelled at, at the pool I'm assuming the next clue is there. I grab the key and slid it in the pocket of my shorts. I was wearing shorts and a Champion hoodie... That's appropriate, right?

I skipped to the elevator, excited to have something new to do. I love adventures and crazy shit like that so this was definitely something I love. Luke and I have been in Paris for four days now. The first two we don't really count cause the first one wasn't even a whole day, and the seconds we were on hotel arrest. But yesterday we got to go out in the city and explore a bit. We made a list of the places we wanted to eat at and took a few more pictures.

I smirked while looking at the floor, thinking about my giraffe. He's such a cutie sometimes. I mean who asked him to do this. No one. He seems so lame, but he's actually so sweet.

I continued to smile at the floor, like a dork when the doors swing open, I glance up to see the empty lobby. I slide on the tile and down the hall to the pool. I look at all of the swimmers, and they stare at me. After a few seconds of awkward staring one of the men points to the tree that is in the corner. I nod and walk over to the tree to see another note attached.

"For your next clue you must go to the man who brought us here -giraffe" I read out loud forgetting there are people in the pool.

"Qui ou quoi avez-vous besoin de trouver," A 12-year-old- looking boy asks. Translating to who or what do you need to find.I look at him, back at the paper, and then back at him again, realizing that he was talking to me.

"Oh erm, c'est notre professeur de français," I say pointing to the letter. I need to go and find Mr. Mullins now.

I begin to walk out the door when, who I'm assuming his other brother asks, "Attendez, pardonne-moi si tu trouves ça hors de ma place mais es-tu célibataire..." which translates to Wait, forgive me if you find this out of my place but are you single..

I slowly turn around and look him dead in the eye. "désolé, je vois quelqu'un en ce moment, c'est lui qui m'a écrit ces lettres" I say scratching my neck. Translating to sorry I'm actually seeing someone right now, he's the one who wrote me these letters haha. I just wanna take a moment to talk about how my french just rolled off the tongue. I mean what the heck.

He nods and I run out of there and back to the elevator. I press the number 9 button about 4 times when the doors close. Some people in the lobby looked at me a little weird but that's fine. Today is about me and what the adventure may bring.

I walk down the halls, trying to look like a normal person. I get to Mr. Mullins's door and knock slowly. Trying to disturb anything. "Faith?" He asks through the door.

"Yes, this is Faith," I say laughing.

"Okay here's your next clue," he says sliding the paper under the door. Weird, he's usually such an open person.

The paper read, go to the front desk..... And ask for a comb.

I scoff, a comb. Really why a comb. I run over to the stairs cause I'm sick of the slow elevator. I ran down the 7 fleets of stairs and by the time I got to the bottom I was gasping for air. Welcome to Faith's work out part 1.