"Mademoiselle?" the cashier had motioned towards Charisse with his hand, a confused expression. Charisse was immediate pulled from her reverie and she moved forward as the American boy moved aside. "Comment ça va, Cherie?" the cashier directed towards Charisse, but she still had her blue eyes, frozen like icicles on the American boy. He was looking over the ice-cream with a "thinking pose". He had it wrong, bicuits were on the other side of the store. Charisse ignored the cashier and walked a little closer to the boy. "Mademoiselle?" he called after her as Charisse was carried away by the sight of him. "Damn," the boy cursed under his breath. He was translate the words on the tags under the display in his little book. Charisse chuckled and headed towards him, grabbing his big hand and pointing to the words with his long index finger. "No, no, no!" she laughed haughtily, "this is creme glacé, ice-cream. Not biscuit." He towered over her, puzzled and nodded. "Wait, you speak English," he asked amazed, his chiseled visage wrinkling a smile. His pink lips danced through Charisse's head. "Oui, yes I do," she replied. Her English accent was bad and she turned away, blushing. After all she had only been practicing since she was five at boarding school. It was embarrassing for the first time to be known as French. She wanted to impress the mysterious boy so badly. "What is your name?" she blurted out uneasily, curious. He shot her a broken smile and opened his pink lips to speak once more,"Damien, and you are?" "Charisse-Rose," she replied as she noticed his hand jutting out to shake. She saw their odd gestures before and decided to greet him the American way. "nice to meet you Charisse," he said her name like a soft caress...
I really like this I envy the details. Maybe I should put as much effort as I do in my books into my fan fic.. Then agian I wouldn't be able to pull as much updates.. Meh quality above quantity.. I think
I know basic French, I could order food in a restaurant, buy food from a supermarket and make a doctors appointment
What I need to do is finally learn all of my ancestors languages. I have a quick route, my grandfather speaks it fluently. Then agian he was the first generation of my family to live in America.
Charisse decided to show Damien around town. They left La Cure Gourmande and headed down the street. Smell of fresh bread and new editions of Prada waged through the warm, but never hot, summer air. There was an odd dose of chemistry between Charisse and Damien. They both were fascinated by the structures in France. Even though the Eiffel Tour was in Paris, Damien was not obsessed with it as he was the historical buildings in Strasbourg. Charisse threw her long blonde hair back in pure laughter as Damien finished a story of his first trip to France. "Ha-ha," he sarcastically replied to her laughter. "I didn't know it was a man. No offense, but I could not tell with the scarf he had around his neck." he held his hands up in surrender. They walked past a couple of young kids playing cops and robbers in the street. Charisse loved how innocent children were and how they never seemed to have a care in the world.