I Am Single

first night

William P.O.V
I just landed in Paris two hours ago but here I am wondering in an unknown city. It always happens to me this thing that I have, passion for the unknown. Exploring is in my blood. My mother is a traveler. Oh, actually she was before she married my dad. Hi! I am William and this is my story. I am twenty-four years old, I am from London, a college dropout.studing in a room with a bunch of idiotic age fellows, and a person to judge you were never my thing. well, I don't know what exactly is my thing anymore. cooking was my only love. My passion but I stopped it one day for some obvious reasons. But today I have broken free from all strings and moved to Paris for a brand new life. My goals are very clear first settle down here, second become a chef and third, and most important change my relationship status from single to in relation.

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He moved to a city with no luggage. only with a backpack. Who needs luggage anyway, when you have a credit card with no limit. Twenty hours ago he was on his bed in London thinking of the ways to end his life, when he decided to give himself the last chance.

William was an impulsive man, he never thought before doing anything actually not even after doing it. For him, life was a party. He took the dart from his table and threw it on the world map, it hit on France, that was his way to make his life decision, recklessly. He took the first flight to Paris and made his mind to make life here. A new start.

He got out of the airport took a taxi and asked him to drive." Where to?" The taxi driver asked with an accent.
"Best night club of Paris" he said taking his bag off his shoulders. The driver nodded and drove away from the airport.

He was looking out of the window but his mind was elsewhere. Images flashed in his mind. (Ellen his ex shouting as he walked away
"yeah, walk away that's what you do best. A person like you is incapable of love. you are broken, William Ronald. You will always be alone.)
He jerked his head to make that scene go away but those words were hurting him. He was not broken he reminded himself and he will find his true love.

suddenly he saw a restaurant on the side of the road. He asked the driver to stop the taxi. The driver did as he was told and looked at him in the mirror.
"How much is it?" he asked." Ten euros" the driver said. He paid for the taxi fare and got out of the taxi,putting his bag on his shoulders. He walked along the road towards the restaurant he just saw

He went into the restaurant, it was not crowded, a waiter came to his side and said something to him .

"Bonjour" was all he understood. He pointed at a table as he spoke. He took a chair. The waiter handed him the menu. He looked at it but could not understand what was written on that.
He looked at the waiter and ordered"water, please. And I would like to have couscous" that was the only French dish he knew.

The waiter said something again which he could not understand. He tried to make him understand by doing gestures with his hands which make him look like a joker doing trick to make people laugh and he said couscous loudly. It was comical he really looked stupid. The waiter was also saying something in French, back to him.

"Saying the word loud and doing stupid gestures with your hands would not make him understand what you are saying" a female voice came from the table behind him. He turned and looked at the person.

It was a girl, blue eyes, straight hair wearing a black tube-top.she was laughing at him which made her look more attractive.

He smiled sheepishly." Can you help me, please" he said to the girl

"Only if you have dinner with me," said the girl making a gesture with her hand towards the empty chair next to her. He got up and took the seat next to her.