You glanced up at the sign you're certain you've just walked past, groaning as you looked around. Why the hell were French streets so confusing? A part of you wanted to ask someone passing for help but there's that stereotype of rude French people so you decide against that and your French... Well, it wasn't the best; you turned your head back up to the steet sign, hoping you staring at it enough would immediately translate it for you.

You glance at the time on your phone, irritated. A hand lands on your shoulder, you look up. A man with blond hair, cigarette between his lips as he smiled. "You need some help?" His hand comes up to his mouth, plucking the cigarette out of his lips and blowing a stream of smoke between his lips, directing it in an angle away from your face.