Hello! This is my first story and I hope you like it… I'm not 100% familiar with the French culture so if I make some kind of mistake, sorry! If there are any errors please tell and please review! Constructed criticism is appreciated! :):)

I glanced at my watch. 9:29. I glanced at my new room. I had already unpacked my stuff and explored the house. I would have to wait until 8:00 PM until my father actually came to see me.

"Zelda?" a voice called out. It was my house maid, Impa. "My!" she exclaimed. "You've already unpacked!" I nodded, fiddling with my blonde hair. "The only thing for you to do then is explore!" Impa smiled handing me a jacket.

"But—" I groaned but Impa had already shoved my wallet and keys into a bag and handed it to me.

"Paris is a beautiful place dear. Get to know the people and the food. I definitely recommend the café with the yellow roof. They have wonderful fruit tarts!" Impa exclaimed while pushing me out of my room.

"Impa, I just want to stay—" I started to speak but Impa hushed me.

"Now dear, go and work those legs of yours! Tell me if you meet new friends! Au Revoir! (Bye!)" Impa smiled and pushed me out of the house while slamming the door in my face. The lock turned with a definite click. I sighed deeply and turned around to face Paris.

I glanced at the fancy menu and spotted the fruit tarts that Impa was so ardently talking to me about. I pointed to the tarts and motioned with my fingers for two. The waiter raised his eyebrows at me. Ugh.. How am I going to explain this? I pointed to the menu once more and motioned slowly for two.

"Ahhh…" the waiter said nodding his head with a smile. He took my menu and glanced at me once more as if he was scanning me like a laser. I hesitantly pulled my skirt down more. "Tu es très belle ! (you are very beautiful !)!" the waiter said and whistled slowly. I smiled hesitantly and shook my head. "Sorry…" I said. "Umm... Je ne parle pas français (I don't know French)."

The waiter smiled and bowed while backing off into the café. I sighed deeply. I glanced at my watch. 1:13. I had already eaten lunch so all I had left to do was check out this cafe and come back home… I guess… I took out my book and started to read. All of this for the sake of some fruit tarts. I muttered.

The waiter came back with a plate. I nodded and smiled and glanced back at the plate. I groaned. The tarts were terribly expensive but they were so tiny that I could fit both in my mouth at the same time. But they sure looked pretty. The crust was golden brown and the fruits were glazed with honey. I shrugged and popped the first one in my mouth.

Mmm….. I smiled happily and closed my eyes. These were GOOD. I quickly popped the second one in my mouth. Mmm….. The fruits are so fresh… and the crust is so flaky… I sighed. With the thought of good food in mind, I eased back in my chair. Satisfied that my day was complete I lay down all of my Euros. I sighed at the sight of my now empty wallet. I would have to ask for some more money from father. I sighed once more and stood up when the waiter suddenly stopped me.

"Où vont belle femme? (Where are you going beautiful woman?)" he asked me. I shook my head once more and was about to walk away when he grabbed my hand. I shook my hand off but his grip was firm. Let go you a**! I thought. I was very tempted to kick him when another hand gripped my hand as well.

Now who? I thought and whipped around to see the second intruder. I stopped myself from gasping. A handsome man, my age probably, was standing next to me. He had tousled dirty blonde hair and deep azure eyes.

He grabbed me out of the waiter's grip, who was furiously staring at the new man. "Ne touchez pas à ma petite amie! (Don't touch my girlfriend!)" he snarled. The waiter immediately backed off and nodded slowly keeping his hands in the arm as if the boy threatened to shoot.

"Désolé. Désolé. (Sorry. Sorry.)" the waiter whimpered and ran off back into the café. I sighed with relief. The man let go of my hand and stared at me, his blue eyes hardening like ice. Oh gosh, what is this guy going to do? I wondered, slowly backing off myself.

"Are you a tourist?" the boy asked with a slight French accent. I almost screamed with relief. ENGLISH!

"No, I just moved here," I answered, not taking my eyes off his blue eyes.

The boy smirked. "You should know better than act as if you were interested in the waiter. He thought you were a stupid tourist and was probably going to take some more money."

I was startled by the boy's sudden rudeness, all despite his handsome appearance. "I… I-" I stammered. Then I thought. What the heck? Who is this guy to tell me what I need to do? "Excuse me? I could have handled that perfectly well without you butting in and acting like some goody-two shoes!" I countered back, placing my hands on my hips.

The boy seemed startled for a bit. "What—-" His once soft eyes turned hard like ice. "Americans." He scoffed. "I helped you get out of a sticky situation and they don't even say thanks and act as if I did something wrong."

"What… What? You think so full of yourself as a French huh?"

"Well at least I'm not some American who thinks they are better than everybody else!"

"Well I'm sure glad I met you!" I spat, walking off furiously. I didn't turn back and kept on walking. What a stuck up, cocky, pompous boy!

I kept on walking with such fury until I realized I was already home. I rushed in, not even bothering to answer Impa and slammed my door. I took off my sweater and threw my bag into my closet and dropped onto my bed. Suddenly I started to cry. Why am I here? I miss home… and mom…

And that's my first chapter!