Aw yeah, Paris. The capital of France, where the smell of bread meets your nose every morning.

After just arriving in Paris, you got hungry and decided to hit up some nearby cafe you heard about while wandering the streets.

Using your broken French you learned a few years back, you managed to get seated.

Eventually, a waitress approaches you, and calling her pretty would be an understatement. She was beautiful. Distractingly so. She had an elegant yet indifferent look about her that just seemed to suit her perfectly. Plus, her-

"Ahem"

She clears her throat, just loud enough to snap you out of your thoughts. She looks down at you, a neutral expression on her face.

"Welcome, monsieur. Would you mind telling me your order?"