You were French, born and raised in Paris. You've experienced your fair share of tourists since you worked in a popular cafe in the city.

...This one stood out though. It was obvious he wasn't from here; he had that faraway look in his eyes, he also held a French translation book. He came up to you and stuttered before fumbling with the book.

"Erm... Aurais-je pu... Uh- Cela?"

His French wasn't the best. He pointed to the chocolate croissant, not knowing that you could speak English.