I walked into the small, yet packed cafe. I waved to Jeanne behind the counter, before turning my attention back to the two 'munchkins' infront of me. I ushered them into our regular booth-style table before walking up to the counter. I had been living with the Savonne family as an au pair for the past seven months, and it had become ritual to bring the two kids to the cafe to do their 'devoirs' seening as there was no room in the apartment.

As I approached the counter, Jeanne gave me a huge smile and looked releived. She had become my closest friend over here, often helping me out with the two girls, and in return I sometimes helped her out in the cafe and covered for her if she got sick or anything. "Dieu merci, vous êtes là, je ne sais pas quoi faire! Je ne le comprends pas du tout" she said pointing to the chestnut-haired man standing before her. He turned, following Jeanne's gaze, before smiling at me sheepishly. "Pourquoi ai-je toujours besoin de traduire pour vous quand il s'agit d'un client parlant anglais? Vous avez besoin d'apprendre quelques notions d'anglais!" I say, before turning to face the man. He's barely a man, and looks no older than nineteen. I sigh before speaking up. "Um, excuse me, but she doesn't really seem to understand what your saying. If you tell me what you want to order, I'll translate it for you." I say, giving him a customer friendly smile that is quite rare in France.

He just stares at me astounded for a minute before shaking his head and answering. "Thanks, and em, I'de like to get a coffee and one of those pastry things." He said pointing to a row of freshly baked treats. I smiled and turned back to Jeanne. "Une cafe au lait, et un tarte au citron, sil vous plaits." I look back down at the display unit, and decide to buy the girls a treat each seening as it's Friday. "Et, puis-je avoir deux éclairs pour rosie et cloe ainsi?" I say, picking up three juice boxes. "Oui, et oui, et merci beaucoup pour ta aide!" Jeanne says before turning to prepare the orders. I walk past the man and make my way back to the booth, dropping off the juices before going back for the tarts and to pay, of course.

As I walked back up to the counter, fishing through my bag for my wallet, just as I find it, and go to pull my money out, a hand stops me. I look up and see the same man standing there, grinning down at me. "You helped me out, the least I can do is pay for your order, I mean it's not everyday I get to buy a pretty girl a drink." He says, flashing me a smile that I swear could make your insides melt. I felt my cheeks start to blush at his comment. "You dont have to do that, it's not anything special, Jeanne makes me do it with any foreigner who comes into the shop, she's not that great with languages." I realise that I'm rambling, and quickly go back to the origional topic. " And besides, there are three portions I'm paying for," I say pointing back to my table, where Rosie and Cloe are trying to stab their juice boxes with their straws. He laughs at the sight, and I just bite my lip. "No, I insist, and anyway, my friends will be very jealous when I tell them that I paid for not one, but three very pretty ladies' drinks. So in reality, you'de actually be doing me a favour." Damn he's good. I nod my head in defeat, before gratiously taking the food. "Well, thank you. I'm Stevie, by the way, and the two little munchkins you just bought juice boxes for, are Rosie and Cloe." I say, pointing out each girl. "Well, it's nice to meet you Stevie,I'm Zander." He says, looking me straight in the eyes were a beautiful golden brown, matching his hair. God, this guy was cute.

I smiled up at him before turning to walk over to the girls. They had now moved onto their homework, but it was forgotten once I arrived with their treats. "Merci, merci" they both spoke at the same time, creeping me out a little. I sat down opposite the two, and was surprised when I felt someone sit down on the cushion beside me. This person obviously didn't understand the meaning of personal space, as their thigh gently brushed against mine, practically sitting on my lap. I looked up to see Zander, a huge grin plastered on his face. "So, what brings you to this little cafe on a Friday afternoon?" he asks me, his face now very close to my own. " Well, I actually come here every afternoon, I bring the girls here to do their homework, since there's no room in their apartment." I say, looking him staight in the eyes. "So what, are you their older sister or something?" he asks, slightly confused. I giggled a little (giggled? I never giggle!), before answering. "No, I'm their au pair, or nanny. I've lived with the family for the past seven months, but I'm actually Irish, hence the accent." I say, pouring the contents of the juice box into a glass. We stayed talking for what felt like hours, learning more about eachother. I learned that he was 19, from New York, and was in France with his friends, for a music festival, and were here for a week. I also learned that he had a passion for music. Piano, guitar, key-tar and ukulele all being in his repittoire. I told him that I was from outside Dublin, and had just finished my Leaving Cert, taking a year out before going to University. I also told him that I played bass, piano, acoustic guitar and ukulele. At this he decided to make me proove myself, pulling a ukulele out from his bag, claiming he had never met anyone par himself who could play the ukulele. I took the ukelele from him, before strumming the chords to the song that had been stuck in my head all day. I closed my eyes after a while and began to sing along quietly.

"Don't you worry there my honey,

We may not have any money

But we've got our love to pay the bills"

My eyes shot open when I heard a voice singing the next lines

"Maybe I think you're cute and funny

and maybe I wanna do what bunnies do

With you if you know what I mean"

I smiled before singing along with him

"Let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France,

Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance

Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants

Way up there, you and I, you and I"

I stopped playing the ukelele, and looked up at Max. He was smiling down at me making my insides melt. I handed him his ukelele and I swear I saw him start to lean in slightly. I started leaning in as well, but snapped back to reality when I heard Rosie and Cloe applauding. I smiled at them before taking a quick glance at Zander. He was smiling, and there was a hint of red in his cheeks. "You have an amazing voice you know." I snapped my head up and looked at him. "Hardly, and what about you, you sounded amazing!" I felt my face flush at my sudden comment. He chuckled before looking me in the eyes. "I'm serious, you have an amazing voice. One you should share with people." I was about to reply, when my phone went off. I grabbed my phone and jumped up once I saw the time. "Shit,I was supposed to bring the girls home an hour ago. I have to go, like right now." I said packing up the girls' things quickly. Zander stayed on the couch for a second, in shock before getting up and helping. I ran out of the shop before even getting a chance to say goodbye.