C’est salement romantique
It was April 5th, nearly midnight, and I was a half bottle of wine and two tequila shots in.
He was tall with dark hair, dark jeans, and a dark leather jacket. I instantly thought of James Dean when I saw him; I wondered if this rebel had a cause… He sat right across from me; our melange of francophones and American college students had decided to go to Le P’tit Vélo, a small bar near Place de la Lice. I noticed that he was staring at me, but not saying much. I leaned towards my bestie, Kayla, and she confirmed what I was thinking – he was cute and clearly interested. Most of us were speaking English, that’s what study abroad students do on their time off. James Dean understood only a handful of the words that were being drunkenly slurred across the table, but I did hear him when he whispered to his friend, “Elle a les plus jolies yeux.” She has the most pretty eyes.
I was smitten. When a brooding, French James Dean falls for a sophomore from the Midwest, she can’t help but fall too.
(the title is also the name of a fabulous song by Cœur de Pirate)