Wallace sat in the cafeteria while he watched the meju and the one who took the order arrived. "A coffee please" Wallace said, hoping that the waiter would understand, since Wallace didn't know much French which was stupid since now he traveled to France just to spend money although he didn't know, he was only Canadian. The waiter looked at him with a blank face. confused until you, who were sitting next to him, responded in French to the waiter to help him.

"another Canadian in France, eh? Our French is terrible" You laughed with Wallace and from there, you met and after a few months, you became the best of boyfriends, making Wallace feel things he had never felt, he had never felt *** sparks* when kissing someone but with you it was more than different It was night, cold, but not cold that would prevent them from going out together.

They were on a bridge walking calmly, talking and laughing but you couldn't help but make fun of him because of how terrible his French was and that you had to speak English with him to that he understood you

"Nuh-huh, you're just making fun of me because my French is too good" Wallace said with an arrogant smile, as always.