While walking into the hotel dining room I saw Jacob eating breakfast at one of the booths. "Hey Jake," I said while swiping a piece of bacon off his plate.

"Mornin'. Sleep well?"

He smirked at me knowing that I was slightly hung over from self-medicating myself for the trip to Paris. I hated flying, but I had found a good enough way to cope.

We had arrived in Paris the night before from Chicago. After graduation we decided to do a tour of Europe together before we were forced to go our separate ways. Jake was going to Stanford to get a Masters in Business, and I was headed to Dartmouth to start Medical school. Being on different coasts meant we would almost never get to see each other anymore.

Jacob and I had been best friends since he moved to Chicago in the third grade. He was the silent, strange new kid, and I was creepy kid collecting bugs on the playground. He thought the beetles I was playing with were cool, and ever since then we had been inseparable. So we figured we would spend what little time we had left together going partying, I mean sightseeing, around Europe. And Paris was our first stop.

"So what's the plan for day one?" I asked him while stealing another strip of bacon.

"Well after you get your own damn food, we hop on a tour bus that'll take us to all the hotspots. But after that we'll have to find something fun to do for ourselves."

Knowing Jake, I knew we wouldn't have a hard time finding some entertainment for tonight.

As always, Jake never fails to prove me right.

It was the middle of the afternoon and our tour bus had stopped at a cafe for lunch. All Jacob had done was get up to use the restroom, but when I saw him walking back to our table, he wasn't alone. Talking to him was a beautiful woman who was almost as tall as he was.

Now, we were by no means 'players', but after we grew out of our strangeness and creepiness, we had no problems getting the girls. With Jake's muscle man look, and my undeniable charms, we could get any woman we wanted. But we only used our powers for good, we never took advantage of any girl, or at least I didn't.

When they reached the table Jake introduced the woman by his side. "Edward this is Leah. Leah this is Edward, my friend I was telling you about." Jake winked at me while Leah reached out to shake my hand.

"Hi it's nice to meet you."

"You're American," I said. For some reason it shocked me.

"Yeah, thanks for stating the obvious Eddie." Jake knew I hated being called that, and only used it when he was annoyed with me. "Have a seat," being the gentleman he was Jake pulled out a chair for her. Leah thanked him and sat down.

"So, where are you from," I asked her.

"I'm from Texas, but I've been in France so long that I don't really remember what it was like back in the States."

"What made you decide to live in Paris?" Jake asked.

"Work."

"Really? What kind of work do you do?

"Oh, I guess you could call me a recruiter of sorts." She smiled at me and a strange sense of unease went through me, but I smiled back at her.

We chatted with her some more, well Jake chatted mostly, until it was time to get back on the tour bus. As we were saying our goodbyes, Leah invited us to a club later that night and gave Jacob her phone number.

"Well that worked out nicely, don't ya think?" Jake asked me back on the bus.

"Yeah, she was pretty cool. Tonight should be fun," I answered him automatically. I didn't want to ruin his mood.

I spent the rest of the day with that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. There was just something about Leah that didn't feel right.