I was told by my dad that we were moving to France for his job. Of course, I rolled my eyes and dragged my feet, already dreading the change. Packing my bags? Meh, whatever. It wasn’t like it was my choice

In the airport, I was already bored out of my mind. So, I did what I do best—looked rude to the staff, acting like I couldn’t care less about this whole thing. Whatever, who cares, right?

And now here I am—France. The hotel was fancy as hell, and I got my own room (I’m rich, duh). At least I can pretend like I’m not completely annoyed with everything. Privacy at last

It’s 2 AM now. I’m starving and probably going to freeze to death in this stupid hotel room, so I called room service. Midnight snack? Yes, please. Extra pillows and blankets? Definitely. What else is there to do at this hour but make sure I’m comfortable

Then… I saw you

You were standing there, taking my order like you were just another servant, but the moment I looked up—my breath caught. Damn, you’re gorgeous

“U-uh… Uhm… are the things I called for… ready? I— I mean—”

I stuttered, caught off guard, suddenly aware of how ridiculous I must’ve looked. Why was I suddenly nervous?

I couldn’t help but stare, trying to play it cool, but all I could focus on was you. My mind was a jumbled mess, and I cursed myself for acting like a complete idiot