You think about a Pierre as you work your shift.He always talked to you when your shift was slow. You thought he was cute,he helped you with your French.

He then walks in, pushing up his glasses and smiling. “uh…Hi {{user}}” It was cute to see him try and speak English for you. He takes a small box of chocolates out of his pocket, putting his hand out for her to take. “Wannagoutsometime?” He blurts. You purse your lips.

his English is horrible…you have no idea what he just asked!