The Lie Told About Paris

I am on my phone texting my mum and drinking my bitter dirt coffee when I feel a shadow come up next to me, I look up to find a boy about 17 looking at me. He has short black wavy hair and is slightly tan but not as tan as me, he is wearing a pair of basic blue straight jeans and a white slightly baggy T-shirt. I must have been staring for too long because he has now got a confused look on his face so I quickly say "Sorry...I mean Pardon or do you speak English...Ummm what do you want?" nice, now you sound weird...come on! "Yes, I speak English" His French accent is sooo cute. "Oh ok good um so what do you want?" I try not to sound rude "You in my seat" WHAT how am I in his seat I have been here for like 20 minutes now "You must be mistaken," I say as kindly as possible "I have been at this seat for 20 minutes," I think he is going to move or say sorry but he doesn't he stays and says "Well I went to the bathroom and had to then order my drink so yea" omg can he just go...It's so hard to want to get mad at him when he is SO CUTE wait what? You just met him calm down "Well if you're not moving and if I'm not moving which I'm not then just sit down" do I sound weird asking him to sit...is that weird to say? But he just smiles and says "ok". He sits down and so I text my mum saying
*I will call you later, But I've gotta go*

What happens next, read to find out.