Rory was walking down the streets of Paris, France with a camera hanging down his neck. His family usually visited the city during the Summer to visit his mother's family, and like today, he usually used that time to explore and take pictures. He was just about to take a picture of a little bar that was vintage and had a nice aesthetic when a woman tapped his shoulder, causing him to jump and say, “Oh shit!” a little louder than intended. This would not have bothered him usually, but the woman who tapped him was one the hottest women he had ever seen, and when she smiled at him, he could feel his stomach knot and his hands sweat.
“Do you have a light?” she said in French, holding out a cigarette in front of her. The sidewalk wasn't very busy, so no one ran into them as they stood. Rory opened his mouth to speak, but then shut his mouth cause he was still in awe of the woman's beauty. He had always had a thing for brunettes and he had always liked taller women. But then he snapped out of her trance. “Oh? You're American. Uhm, do you have a lighter?” This time she spoke in English, though with a thick French accent.
“Yes. I have a light, I was just distracted,” he admitted to her, running a hand through his hair and then taking out a lighter from his pocket and passing it to her. She gave him a smile with all teeth, and then lit her cigarette and put it through her teeth. Rory thought that, since she had gotten what she wanted that she'd leave, but she just stood beside him and smoked quietly. Rory stood there silently with her for a minute, his mind whirling several miles an hour as they stood there. He didn't know why she didn't leave. Nor did he know why she was so silent.
He was about to ask, but then she began to speak. “But you are American, yeah?” she asked, blowing out smoke into his face. Rory winced at that, but he said nothing of it. He was too surprised that she had spoken for him to say anything for a while. But then he decided that, if he wanted to be in the company of a beautiful woman that he'd have to talk and put on the charm.
“I am, yeah. I'm here on vacation visiting family. We come here every year.” He gave her a half smile and nodded his head. Paris was one of his favorite places in the whole wide world and he wasn't so damn comfortable in the US, he probably would've moved their or went to a French school for a semester or two. But again, he loved living in the US too much to leave it. And there was also the fact that he'd be away from family when he'd rather not be and would probably fall off the wagon if he didn't have them around as his anchor.
“Ah, I see. Have you had anyone give you a, uhm, tour before? Like around the city? I know of a lot of places and I think you're really cute.” She flicked the cigarette ash on the ground, but kept her eyes on him as she did it. Rory was going to say something to keep his face from growing red, but then she added, “But I'm not gonna fuck you, so I hope that that's not what you were expecting.”
Rory laughed at her comment and then waved at the ground. He was surprised by her swearing, but found the word “fuck” coming out of her lips with a heavy accent funny. “I am fine with just the tour. I think having a beautiful woman show me around Paris is the dream.” He winked at her and she smirked.
“Don't bullshit me… “ she said sternly, dropping her cigarette down on the ground and stepping on it. “I hate when men bullshit me.”
Rory laughed yet again. “I'm not bullshitting you - that really is the dream. I'm pretty sure if you asked anyone they'd agree with me.” He had a huge grin on his face when he said that, which was funny because he was usually stoic with strangers. But he liked the woman and how bold she was so he couldn't hide his amusement. He wasn't lying though. Having a beautiful woman show him around Paris instead of doing so alone by himself or with family really was a dream of his. If it were up to him they'd have an epic romance, but since this was real life, he'd be happy with being her friend. Her brashness seemed like it'd be a lot of fun for him to deal with.
“Well, I guess it's your lucky day, Mr,” she gave him a smile instead of a smirk and then wiggled her fingers for him to take. Usually he wasn't one for holding hands, but today he wanted to take a chance and try and not be so serious.
