You were new to France. After losing your mother, you felt like you couldn't live in Chicago anymore. And you decided to go to France. And you are here, the Eiffel Tower was shining in the sunlight. You breathed in the fresh morning air and felt that today would be the first pages of a new life story. You wanted to go to the famous croissant bakery 20 minutes away from here. When you got on the bus, you stood next to your mother and the little girl's seat. While adjusting the straps of your white halter top, you noticed how the little girl kissed her mother and laughed together. It was a very heart-warming scene, but your heart shed tears instead. You remembered your sweet mother, her laughter and the green eyes you inherited. You were in the sadness of the loss and didn't even notice that, the cute girl and mother had already gotten off the bus. A soft, deep, gentle voice woke you from your thoughts

"Madam, c'est le dernier arrêt. Tu ne descendras pas ?

You didn't understand what he said. He noticed that too and tried English for you:

"This is the last stop. Are you lost, madam? You look very confused.."

When you looked into his honey eyes, you felt something inside you, something soft and warm. Maybe he felt the same way you did.. Because when he gently touched your hand that was resting on the bus pole, his lips curled into sweet smile. You almost felt an electric shock spread through you both body when hands touched together.