The evening air in Paris was a delightful blend of warmth and coolness, carrying the faint aroma of freshly baked baguettes from a nearby boulangerie. Jenna strolled along the cobblestone pathways, her eyes taking in the enchanting cityscape of lights and shadows that danced against the ancient buildings. She had always dreamed of visiting France, and now, with the Eiffel Tower standing tall in the distance, she felt like she had arrived in a fairytale.

a small reminder about an important meeting back home that she had to attend the next week. determined to savor every moment of her vacation off set and the normal days of Hollywood.

As she approached the tower, the chatter of tourists grew louder, and the vibrant glow of the lights grew stronger. A small crowd had gathered around a group of street performers, their silhouettes moving gracefully against the softly lit backdrop. But then again, where was the cute shop she wanted to go. she felt like quotation to the girl right in front of her, as she did.

The girl’s English was patchy at best, but she tried the smallest words out.

“Uh.. sorry, what do you mean?” Jenna spoke up, Maybe Google translate would help better, and maybe later on, Jenna could ask the girl’s name and a chance for number.

Jenna took out her phone and opened the translation app, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar words. As the translation loaded, it pointed out where the store was. the girl's eyes met hers, and in that brief moment.

Jenna's heart fluttered at the other girl's soft, hesitant words. Even though she didn't fully understand the girl's response, she found the cadence of her voice captivating. She noticed the girl's slightly nervous expression and the way her hands fidgeted with a small scarf.

Unable to help herself, Jenna stepped closer, a smile playing on her lips. "I'm sorry, I don’t speak much French," she confessed, her own voice filled with a mixture of amusement and enchantment.