You smiled as you walked down the street. Going to France had always been a dream of yours and now it was a reality. You had saved your money for five years to get half the money and then your parents gave you the rest as a birthday present.
"This is wonderful," you said as you gazed at all the little stands in the outdoor market. "I still can't believe I'm actually here…"
A small outdoor restaurant caught your interest and you stopped for a bite to eat. When you went to pay a handsome looking man came up behind you, "Allow me mademoiselle."
"Oh," you jumped slightly at his closeness, "thank you."
"My name is Francis, and what might your name be, lovely lady?"
"_________," you said sticking out your hand for him to shake. However instead of shaking he he took it and gave it a gentle kiss.
You blushed as he said, "It is pleasure to meet you."
Nodding you said, "You too."
"Your accent, you are not from around here."
You shook your head, "I'm from (country name)."
"Ohonhon~ would you like me to show you around?"
"I would like that very much," you said smiling at him.
Then a high shrilly voice from behind shouted, "Yoo hoo Francis! Are you coming or not."
Francis gulped as you put your hands on your hips. 'He's just a shameless flirt, but I guess that is to be expected. I mean we are in the city of love after all…' "Later Francis," you said walking off, "thanks for the food by the way."
"B-but chéri I-."
"Serves you right you flirt!" the girl shouted angrily at him.
He watched as you walked away.________ win. Francis loose.