“Two weeks together, that’s all it took, two weeks for me to fall in love with you”
From Nicholas Sparks’ Dear John
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)