"Rock'n'Roll!!!!" we screamed after drinking another vodka caramel shots that Brian and Michael offered us. I was happy because I looove them. The shots I mean. They're very sweet so easy to drink but make you drunk. They were cool and sexy guys from the pub. They're American working here in Paris. Clara and I were sitting at the bar, while she was telling me about this new shop where you can get great boots for 10€! I got to go, I'm broke but need boots.
They introduced themselves as soon as they saw us. But one of the guys, Michael asked Clara:
- We know each other right?
- No, I dont think so...
- I'm pretty sure we've met before.
- I would've remembered you...
- Well seems like I've seen you somewhere then...
- Maybe in your dreams.
Meanwhile Brian and I were just watching the repartie game and were amazed at the immediate exchange and attraction between the two. It was so obvious it made me uncomfortable, and seemed to be the case for Brian too.
The two were just devouring each other with the eyes and already on Venus, so I did what I always do in this kind of situation, I went out for a cigarette. Brian followed me.
- So you're American!
- Yeah I'm sorry, just a stupid American. But we did save France on WW2!
- Waw. ok. Seems like we're gonna have fun together.
- No I'm sorry. It's just that it seems to me everyone hates us, so I'm always a bit nervous when I introduce myself... especially to a beautiful French girl like you. Makes it twice harder.
- Really?! Let me see.
-...
- Ok forget about it. Being silly. Well the truth is, the whole world hates the Americans. But we loove your music and your films and your hamburgers.
- Really? You love hamburgers?
- I personnally and officially do love hamburgers... and that makes me want to have one.
- You're hungry?
- Yes!
- Well, I know a place, not too far from here, where you can have the tastiest fat saucy burger you could find in Paris. Wanna go?
I looked inside the bar and saw our friends very busy trying to dig gold out of their throats as if their lives depended on it, so I accepted Brian's nice offer.
We walked some time and stopped before a very elegant building. We were going to his place! I looked at him and asked about it. He replied he was trying to level up to my humour. I thought ok why not.
Went to his huuuuuge classy apartment I could never afford to rent even for a day and felt like I could stay there, and why not live there for a while! Brian and I shared the look. You know that look that says everything when you don't really know what to say.
He offered me champagne, which I accepted. He told me to relax, sit, or just look around while he was preparing it. So I looked around and saw the pictures (never understood why people have pictures of themselves on the beach, or drinking a cocktail, or doing some funny face...) and the beautiful terrace, which gave a wonderful view on the roofs and the Eiffel Tower by far.
He came behind me and whispered in my ear:
- Beautiful isn't it.
- Yeah It must be great to get up in the morning and get that view and come back from work and see it again. Waw.
- I love it that's why I chose it. Maybe you'll get to see it in the morning some time.
- (smiling) yeah you wish!
- (smiling back) One can dream!
- (blushing)
- Champagne for you mademoiselle?
- Yes monsieur merci de votre invitation et de votre élégance. (clinking glasses) Aux chevaux, aux femmes et à ceux qui les montent! Cheers!
