Hey guys! This is my third Sister's Grimm fanfic, so I think I'm starting to get the hang of it. This entire story takes place is Paris, France. I speak French fluently, so this story is gonna be really fun to write. Anyways, please enjoy! (:

Special thanks to America's Ham, who came up with the title of this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Sister's Grimm. But I do own Christen.

~Chapter 1

"Oh, he's definitely an eight."

"Ehh, I give him a six."

"What! Why?"

"He has a unibrow."

Twenty-three year old Sabrina Grimm and her best friend Christen couldn't help it, as they burst into a fit of laughter. They were currently at a park in Paris, rating men on a scale of 1 through 10. 'Cause when you're twenty-three, you can do things like that.

"Oh, what about him?" Christen asked, pointing to a tall, raven-haired man in a business suit.

"Hmm... I say a five. He's really fidgety." Sabrina said thoughtfully. Christen looked at her best friend in shock.

"Has there ever been a guy thats met your standards?" She asked, teasingly. Sabrina frowned.

"Actually, yes. When I was in high school-" Sabrina was cut off mid-sentence by the ringing of her cell phone. She picked it up and answered.

"Hello? Mhm. Okay, I'll be right over." Sabrina hung up her phone and sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"What's wrong?" Christen asked.

"I have another client. He wants his house cleaned now," Sabrina replied, standing up from the bench she had been sitting on. Christen frowned.

"Why are you a maid, anyway?"

"I'm not a maid, I'm a housekeeper." Sabrina corrected, grabbing her black leather purse and hoisting it over her shoulder.

"What's the difference?" Christen asked pointedly.

"Whatever. Anyway, you know I need the money," Sabrina said.

"But you hate being a maid!" Christen exclaimed.

"Housekeeper!"

"Whatever!"

"Listen, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay?" Sabrina said hurriedly.

"Yeah, okay. See ya."

Sabrina walked away from the park and to the address the man on the phone had given her. It just so happened to be very close to the park. Sabrina looked down at herself, sighed, and quickened her pace. Today she was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, brown boots, and a floral top. Her wavy blonde hair was down, reaching the middle of her back. Living in Paris had definitely taught her a thing or two about fashion.

Once she reached the house of her employer, she gasped. It was a eight story hotel, painted a brilliant red. There was a balcony on every floor. Sabrina stepped inside and entered the lobby.

"May I help you?" The woman at the front desk asked in a thick, French accent.

"Je suis le gardian de salle de nettoyage domestique trente-quatre," (I am the maid keeper cleaning room thirty-four) Sabrina recited in excellent French. The woman at the desk looked pleased that Sabrina could speak the language.

"La salle est sur trois etages. Profited de vos manquer jours." (The room is on floor three. Enjoy your day Miss.)

With a friendly wave, Sabrina headed to the elevator.

When Sabrina reached room 34, she knocked on the door hesitantly. Only seconds later, someone opened it. In front of her stood the most handsome man Sabrina had ever seen. He had a tan complexion, curly blonde hair, and bright green eyes. He was wearing a black business suit and green tie. She pulled herself out of her daze and began to speak.

"Hi, you hired me? I'm the housekeeper." The man looked shocked for a moment, before regaining his composure.

"Oh hi, come on in." Sabrina walked into the living room and gasped. The room was perfectly clean! There was a tan, leather sofa against one wall, and a flat screen television on the wall across from it. But it was the wall opposite to Sabrina that amazed her the most. The wall was made completely of glass, giving a gorgeous view of the city.

"Wow," Sabrina gaped. The man chuckled.

"Yeah. That's what I said when I first saw this place, too."

"This is like, my dream house," Sabrina said softly.

"Just wait until you see the kitchen," the man mumbled. He lead the way to the kitchen and Sabrina gasped again. But not because the kitchen was perfect, like the living room.

"Wow," Sabrina said once again. "Now I get why you called me."

The kitchen was a complete mess. The sink was piled high with dishes. Unpacked food lay variously on the counter. And everything was covered in a coating of dust. The man took a seat across from where Sabrina stood, smirking at her bewildered expression.

"Sorry, I probably should have warned you on the phone."

"No, it's fine," Sabrina said, while beginning to load the dishwasher. He watched her carefully. After a few moments of silence, he spoke again.

"You don't look like a maid." Sabrina couldn't help but laugh at this.

"And you don't look like the rich type."

Touché.

"I'm not, but my parents are," he replied smoothly. Another five minutes of silence went by.

"I'm sorry, I never got your name..." He said.

"Sabrina," she replied. His eyes widened.

"I had a friend named Sabrina once. But that was a long time ago..."

"Oh yeah?" Sabrina said absently. "It's a pretty popular name."

"Yeah..."

"And you're name?" She asked, starting the dishwasher.

"Robin," he replied. Sabrina looked up, startled. No, he can't be.

"Oh," was all she said.

"I was expecting you to be wearing one of those black and white maid dresses," he said after a moment. Sabrina gave him an are-you-stupid look.

"Those skimpy things? This isn't Hooters, ya know. But don't worry, I'll where it next time," she said sarcastically.

"I'd like that," he said smirking. Sabrina couldn't help the blush that came to her cheeks.

"So...where are you from?" She asked, trying to change the topic.

"Pretty long back-story, but basically, I lived in New York for a while, and then moved to a small town outside of New York," Robin said, running a hand through his hair.

"Really? Me too!" Sabrina said, smiling.

"Wow. Small world, huh?" He said. She just nodded.

"Ah crap." Robin said, looking at his watch. "I have a job interview in 20 minutes. I've gotta go now, I'll pay you when I come back, okay?"

"Okay, that's fine."

"Okay so I'll see you later? Oh, and thanks by the way," Robin said, flashing her a dazzling smile. Sabrina had to catch herself so she wouldn't swoon.

"You're welcome," she said, watching as he grabbed his car keys. He gave one final wave, before heading out the door. Sabrina watched as he left.

He smiled as he closed the door behind himself, knowing she had been watching.

...

It was almost dark when Sabrina finished cleaning the kitchen, and Robin still wasn't home. She flopped down on the couch and grabbed the remote, flipping through channels on the TV. Ten minutes later, Sabrina was still flipping through channels, when she heard the door being unlocked. She looked up and saw Robin, smiling as if he won the lottery.

"I got the job!" He exclaimed. Sabrina stood up.

"You did?"

"Yeah!" Robin looked so happy, Sabrina couldn't help but smile, run up to him, and hug him tightly.

"I'm so happy for you, Robin!" He picked her up a spun her around.

"Me too!"

When he put Sabrina down, realizing their actions, they both blushed.

"Oh, here's your money," he said, handing Sabrina a fifty dollar bill.

"But you only owe me thirty-five!" She protested. He shoved the money into her palms and smiled.

"Keep the change."

Sabrina was shocked as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door, waving one last time to Robin.

So how was it? Please review, I wanna know if this is worth finishing!