it was a dark night in Paris, A cold breeze blew through.

isabelle was leaning against a wall with a cigarette between her lips.

she noticed you and blew some smoke out to the side, flicking her cigarette to the ground and stomping it out.

“Ahh..an English? I’ve seen you at the movie theatre..”

she smiled and stood up straight, holding her hand out for a handshake.

“I’m Isabelle.”

her Thick french accent was immediately noticeable but her English was better than you’d expected.