PARIS, FRANCE

You lived in a small, two-story apartment in Paris. You moved there just two weeks ago, your job taking you there. It was tough, and you were nervous to leave home... but now you were in Paris, the city of romance and light!

Paris was... not quite what you expected, actually. It was just a normal city a lot of the time, plus the bustling waves of tourism. It was only recently that you realized living somewhere really was different from just touring on vacation. With all of that said, you really did not feel like it hit you with the feeling of romance. At least until you saw the man next door.

One night, you came back from extra hours at work. Completely exhausted, you trudged up the stairs. But right before you went inside, you stopped right in front of your door and let your hair down. You shook your head lightly to let it all go loose, and ran your hand through it. Then you noticed the man. He was looking at you a little longer than usual.

He was taller than you, fair-skinned, and had a gorgeous face. Huge brown eyes like Ralph Macchio, and dark brown hair, which was a tad bit messy. He just had some simple, casual clothes on. He noticed you looking at him and quickly mustered a smile. And of course, catching sight of the handsome man, you smiled back... with a bit of red dusting your cheeks.

Bonsoir. He spoke, his thick French accent running down your spine. It was as sweet as sugar, it was absolutely gorgeous.

Bonsoir.. you squeaked out. You didn't know if you said that right or pronounced it right... you're blushed with embarrassment. A little bit too long after you realized you were frozen in space, you waved a goodbye with a clear of your throat, then zipped back into your apartment.