A/N: For all my readers (including this story and Extinguishing the Spark) - oh my God! I am so sorry for not updating in like a month. I am such a hypocrite… want to know why? Well, I sometimes hate authors that never upload and look at me, doing it. It is just really hard with school and all, ya know?
For The Foreigner- a new story! I hope you all like it and if you haven't seen my other story check out Extinguishing the Spark. Well, you all asked for it! So here it is, an original story made by moi ( that's a hint):
Katniss POV:
This isn't the story, but if any confusions… the year is 2016.
"Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world!
She took the midnight train going anywhere.
Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit.
He took the midnight train going any—"
"Sorry to interrupt, but I would like to place an order…" a foreign accent interjects.
I glance up from my phone to take a look at this customer. I start at his sleek blond hair; jelled into a fantastic due, then to his mystifying ice-blue eyes. His face is sculpted just like a God's, including his built body. One of his hands is shoved in his dark blue jean's pocket and the other is holding black Rayban sunglasses. Get it together Katniss!
"Oh, um- I'm sorry, sir," I apologize, "just wasting time until this place gets busy." Nice going, dumbass, I think to myself.
"Pft! It's fine, I actually liked the little show," he smirks at me. Hmph, he has a sassy attitude. Why is he just standing there? Because he is going to order, duh! Shit, I am really having an off-day, aren't I?
"Excuse my conversation, you wanted to order something, sir?"
"Oui, er, I mean yes. Do you have a baguette and brie (A/N: a baguette is hard, but precisely long piece of bread, liked by many French people. Brie is the most popular cheese in France), by any chance?" A Frenchman wanting a hometown meal, I guess.
"Lemme' go check in the back. We're all out up here," I respond. He flashes a small smile and curtly nods.
I search through the pantry looking for the bread, only to find nothing. Damn it, what am I supposed to do now? Hoping to be a great employer to this foreigner that I randomly attracted to is now never going to happen. I sigh sadly and leisurely trudge back to the counter.
"Hey, girly?" an old, southern voice makes me jump in fright, "Didn't mean to scare ya'll there. Why are you down in the dumps, lady?"
"Sae! What the hell? Don't do that! Jesus, I thought you were some guy trying to have his way with me," I say moodily, "And to answer your question, there is this really kind, and not so bad looking, man that wanted something, but we're not in stock with it. What do I do?"
Sae thinks for a second and then comes up with a conclusion, "Since you like this boy so much, change the order slightly and then give it to him on the house."
"And you're absolutely sure?" I ask.
"Hell yeah! Now shoo." I rush to the cooler and grab one Perrier (A/N: a Perrier is a seltzer that is very, very common in France) and the brie. On my way to the counter I clutch onto the closest bread I could find, which is Italian- how ironic. I set the things on the table and start making his food. I can't help, but look up, waiting to see his furious face. What surprises me is that he looks naturally calm. Of course he is, the customer is sleeping! I blow out a relieved breath, happy that I didn't get yelled at.
Should I wake him? I'm pretty sure, I should. My hand jostles his shoulder and in return he gives a gruff moan.
"Sir, your order is ready," I state, still a little taken aback by his adorable antics.
"Pardon? Je suis désolée, belle. Il est extrêmement impoli de dormir ici. Mes excuses," (Translation- Excuse me? I'm sorry, beautiful. Sleeping here is extremely rude. My apologies- but let's not tell Katniss what he said!) his husky voice speaks, clearly forgetting that he is in the United States.
"Sorry, sir, but I don't speak French. Can you repeat that?" I question.
He noticeably blushes, "Oh, uh, I said 'excuse me? I'm sorry (A/N: he didn't say the beautiful part, someone's secretive). Sleeping here is rude of me. My apologies.' And belle? Call me Cato," he puts his hand out to shake.
"Katniss," I return the gesture, "By the way, I am probably the blame for you sleeping, since I took so long," referring to the 'in need for a baguette fiasco', "There were no more baguettes, so I took liberty on finding something else. Here is an Italian Brie Sandwich, my own creation, and a nice, cold bottle of Perrier, so make you feel at home."
Cato smiled. His blue eyes filled with adoration, happiness, and is that love? "Merci, Katniss," he thanked me. He pulls out his wallet, "now how much does it come up to?"
I shook my head frantically, "No, no, no, Cato! That is all on the house. Compliments of me."
"You must be joking. Seriously, how much?"
"Nothing."
"Stop it. I am paying."
"Nope, you're not."
"Yes, I am!" he argued back.
"Ugh, you win," he grinned triumphantly, "hmph, I changed my mind. Enjoy your free food."
"You Americans are so stubborn!"
"You say stubborn, I say generously challenging…" He sighs and I realize that I am going to claim victory over this argument.
"You know what?!" he roars. Suddenly, I flinch, not expecting to get yelled at, "You win, damn it! I deserve a second place prize though." His voice tones back to the calm and warm, foreign voice he had before.
"A-and what would that b-be?" I stammer. Katniss, you scared idiot, he thinks you're a whiner now!
"Be my date." what did he say? "For this fine lunch you prepared, over there in that booth. What do you think, ma belle magnifique? (my magnificent beauty)"
He really wants me to come with him? Ugh, hello… that's why he asked you, smarty!
"Um, sure," I finally let out. Cato looks down at me and gives a heartwarming smile.
Cato's POV
"Cato, this is important. We need you to stop fucking around and listen," Seneca Crane himself yells. He is unclenching and clenching his fist and gritting his teeth, almost as if they will break.
"Oui, monsieur! Enlighten me," I say sarcastically. Ever since that fall of mine in 2014 for the Winter Olympics, I have been tussled so much that it is crazy. That year was sadly the end of my career- Crane didn't think it was a good idea to have a failure on the team.
"You are going to the United States in favor of France!"
"What? Why? Their trials are for their eyes only."
"There is a fundraiser. Go to it; gain some amis (friends). I just want you to make a good impression for our country, non?" he questions. I nod weakly, this is going to be the death of me. I am not a fan of, how can you say, mingling.
"Fine. If that's what I have to do. When do I depart?"
"In the next hour. Bonne chance (good luck), Cato!"
Seven and a Half Hours Later
I hate planes. They give me a horrible case of back pain, and it makes me severely cranky as well. I stomp over to the black limo that is waiting for me and slump onto one of the seats. Just as I am about to tell this American where to go, he pops a random question.
"Now before you go thinking that I am American, I am going to stop you right there," the driver speaks in native tongue, "Jean-Luc at your service. Now where can I take you, Monsieur Fort?"
"The closest eatery you can find. Je besoin du nourriture (I am in need of some food)!" I exclaim. Jean-Luc just laughs in response and speeds away.
We pull up to a small deli called "The Hob". It looks like it is a place to calm down after a long day. I jump out of the car, giving my driver a petit goodbye and stroll up to the door. As soon as I enter, I am engulfed in a cozy feeling. I take a peek around and see a couple of booths, some stools for the main counter, and a few tables in the center. Ceiling fans creak while spinning, while the wooden floor groans with each step I take. A rundown shop? I think not. I swivel around to exit the building when I hear a voice sing beautifully.
"Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world.
She took the midnight train going anywhere.
Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit.
He took the midnight train going any—"
I didn't want to intrude, but when I saw her I just had to hear how she speaks. This lady's hair is tucked in a tight braid curling onto her shoulders. Smoldering silver-gray eyes penetrate my own soul when I peered into them. Her body's curves are just right and she basically has no flaws… that I know of. I realize that she is looking at me curiously, time to work the magic Cato.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I would like to place an order…"
This beauty I shall call a woman finally speaks after an agonizing few moments, "Oh, um- sorry sir," her voice rings out in my mind, "just wasting time until this place gets busy."
I completely understand what she is going through, "Pft! It's fine, I actually enjoyed the little show," she blushes. Bonne travaille (good work), Cato.
"Excuse my conversation, you wanted to order something?"
Damn, I am so caught up in what she looks like that I am too stupid to get with the program, "Oui, er I mean yes. Do you have a baguette and brie by any chance?" I question wanting something that reminds me of home.
"Lemme' go check in the back. We're all out up here," she answers. Of course she can go, so I send her to the back to find a mouthwatering meal I want badly. It almost breaks my heart when she doesn't come back for a while, after seven hours on a plane; I slowly drift off.
A warm hand pushes my shoulder lightly. I am startled for a second until I realize it was the brown-haired beauty. Oh, shit! I fell asleep, now I look like a buffoon that take s a nap anywhere.
"Pardon? Je suis désolée, belle. Il est extrêmement impoli de dormir ici. Mes excuses,"I say rapidly.
"Sorry, sir, but I don't speak French. Can you repeat that?" she inquires. Wait, I spoke French? Great. The warmth rises to my cheeks.
"Oh, uh, I said 'excuse me? I'm sorry, "I skip the part where I called her beautiful, "'Sleeping here is rude of me. My apologie.' And belle? Call me Cato," I pull my right hand out of my pocket and leave it out for a shake.
"Katniss," she responds, "By the way, I am probably the blame for you sleeping, since I took so long." I guess she is mentioning her lateness on my order, "There were no more baguettes, so I took liberty on finding something else. Here is an Italian Brie Sandwich, my own creation, and a nice, cold bottle of Perrier, so make you feel at home."
I smiled brightly. She knows I am not from here, so she wanted me to feel welcome. A lovely gesture, if you ask me. "Merci, Katniss," I acknowledge her. When I grab my wallet, she tenses, "now how much does it come up to?"
She just wobbled her head, "No, no, no, Cato! That is all on the house. Compliments of me."
"You must be joking. Seriously, how much?"
"Nothing."
"Stop it. I am paying."
"Nope, you're not," Katniss debated.
"Yes, I am!"
"Ugh, you win." Finally! "Hmph, I changed my mind. Enjoy your free food."
"You Americans are so stubborn!"
"You say stubborn, I say generously challenging…" I sigh and notice that this lovely wonder will not back down. I can at least shake her up a little bit.
"You know what?!" I snarl. She winces, not expecting this side of me, "You win, damn it! I deserve a second place prize though." Good thinking Cato! She needs to accompany me, I have this need for her to be with me, all the time for that matter.
"A-and what would that b-be?" Here is the closer.
"Be my date, for this fine lunch you prepared, over there in that booth. What do you think, ma belle magnifique? (my magnificent beauty)" Compliment her in a different language, nice.
She hesitates. I knew it was too good to be true. The ones I want always have a catch—
"Um, sure," Katniss stammers.
This is going to be the best date in my life, and I will damn well make it hers too.
A/N: Wooo! Did you like it? Next chapter is the date, yippee. Remember to comment and don't think I am dead! I will try to update quickly, but school is such a downer with the amount of work I have. More reviews means better, longer, and more updated chapters!
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