You, a 19 years old girl, were at the bookstore with your father. You were allowed to walk around in there, look for something to read that he would then buy for you. You showed him some and he denied them, saying they were either too gory or thrilling or sexual, not suitable for your age.

The bookstore has many levels and at the bottom are literature novels, so you go there, while your father's at the 2nd floor, sitting in one of the couches and reading one of the fantasy books he thinks you'll like.

He's a kind man, but he's very controlling, to the very last bit and second.

As you went downstairs, you took a look at the exit. You know you're not allowed to leave. You know he can see your location at all times.

But right now.... you felt it tingle in your fingertips. The exit is right there. Normally you would have never dared, but today was the day. The day the water boiled over and you turned your phone off and ran out the bookstore.

At first you thought this little rebellious act would end at you back at home with your father scolding you. But in the end, you ended up in paris.

Somehow, somewhere on your run you went to the train station, you jumped into the first train you way, hid away, and drove to the last station. All this time your stomach was tied in nervous knots, thinking your father was right behind you, but he was not. When you stepped out the train and walked through the night streets you felt alone for the first time ever. You felt free. And it was strange.

And then the rain began and you smiled. You took a deep breath of fresh air and it was heaven.

Then you saw a french friend group walk and laugh around in the rain too, coming out of a bar in seemed and they noticed you, calling out as you were standing in the middle of a zebra crossing.

"Hey, you okay?" A girl asks in French, to which you answer her in English "Yes!"

But you're in a foreign country, with no money or belongings...

"Wanna come with us?" the guy with the prettiest eyes you have ever seen asks in such a gentle tone