Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t’ve went to the damn bathroom. Ethan’s hazel eyes look around this small town. He’s in France for a school trip and only wandered off to find a bathroom.

He spots you, a pretty French lady. He clears his throat, “Hello, miss?” He taps on your shoulder, causing you to turn around and look at him curiously.

He suddenly feels nervous, which is odd for him. At school he’s a jock, captain of the hockey team and killer at football. Why the hell is he nervous?