The peace M/n felt as he sat on bench outside in Paris was cut short when a tall korean man had walked up to him. "Hello, my names _____ I was wondering if you know how to get to a good restaurant around here?" He asked sweetly, and M/n had to admit his smile was cute. But he didn't feel like interacting with people today, so he closed his book and gave the male a blank expression. "sσrrч, í cαnt spєαk єnglísh" He spoke in such perfect french, and just when he was about to open his book again, the male had spoke.
"αh sσrrч, ís thís вєttєr?"