Ariadne was still deathly tired as her alarm clock informed her that she had an hour to get ready for school. She moaned before turning it off and getting up. Walking like a zombie, the first stop in the process of preparing for school was to make coffee. Getting sprayed with hot water would also help. As her coffee was being made, she turned on the shower and undressed. When she got out five minutes later, Ariadne put some apple strudel Jules made her into the toaster and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Waiting for the beverage to cool and the pastry to warm, she went into her small bedroom and picked up a random pair of jeans from the floor. Ariadne put a union jack scarf around her neck and combined it with a grey t-shirt and red jacket. After taking a sip of her coffee, she took out her phone and texted Jules.

'Thanks for the pastry. Meet me for lunch?'

Jules didn't have classes in the morning so she expected an immediate respond with Jules being a texting addict. The phone started to vibrate.

'Hell yea!' It read. Ariadne smiled and finished breakfast before grabbing her school supplies and heading out the door. When she got to the classroom, she forgot that Miles was in California still with his grand children. Ariadne went to the study hall across the building and examined her notes for a few hours before Jules came.

As she went down the stairs, a ginger girl in a printed tube top, tight jeans, high heels and a pair of dark shades was waiting.

"Well if it isn't Miss Over-achiever." she said teasingly.

"Hey Jules." Ariadne came up and hugged her. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when the incident happened."

"No worries." Said Jules putting her hand up. "You were very busy and I understand that. After getting out of the hospital, I literally spent fifteen hours in the kitchen making up what I missed."

"Fifteen hours?"

"What? You've never spent fifteen hours strait studying?" Jules put an arm around Ariadne's shoulders and led her out of the lecture hall onto the Parisian streets. They arrived to a small cafe and sat outside by a table with an umbrella. "Anything interesting happen in L.A.?"

Ariadne put her coffee down. "Not much happened while I was there but I did meet a guy."

"Details." Jules demanded eagerly. "What's his name, what does he look like?"

Her short friend chuckled. "His name is Jean and he has brown hair. It's spelled like 'gene' and he's a theater student here."

"A theater student? Then he must be good looking."

"He was, but let's be rational here. A guy like him would never go for a girl like me."

"Since when were you so pessimistic?" Jules asked.

"I'm not." Ariadne protested.

"Then text him. He gave you his digits, right?"

"He did." Said Ariadne as she scrolled through her contacts and stopped by the J's. "But he might have a girlfriend or I'm not his type."

Jules eyes crossed behind her shades. "Girl, how long has it been since you've been romantically active?"

The Architect thought for a moment. "Five years. But you knew that."

"You've been sitting out for five years." Jules repeated. "So your going to let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game? Sweetie, love is like a baseball diamond."

"With the bases?"

"Not just the bases." Said Jules. "The thing is, you've never gone out to bat. That's what'll keep you in the sidelines."

"Your right." Said Ariadne. "I'm going to text him right now."

"That's my girl." Jules grinned. "And don't worry about the bases part yet."

"I don't even want to know what a homerun is." 'Bonjour Jean, it's Ariadne. Is this the right number?' She pressed send.

"I'm not saying you have to hit a homerun. First, this guy has to prove himself worthy. Remember this; an A plus boyfriend will always open the door for you, pull out your chair, listen when your speaking to him and treat you the same way a king treats his queen."

"So Cupid, any luck with relationships?"

"If you see that motherfucker, stab him for me please."

Ariadne laughed. Her phone vibrated and turned on the table.

"Yes, this is the right Jean. Hello Ariadne. How are you?" she read the message out loud.

"I like him already." Said Jules.

"The funny thing is, we both wear scarves all the time. He might have more than me."

"No one has more scarves than you." Said Jules. "You have more scarves than Suze Orman has jackets." She followed that statement with an imitation of the financial advisor. Ariadne laughed again.

"Your good at imitations, you know that?"

"Well..."

"Oh shut up." Ariadne teased as she texted Jean back.

"What'cha type?" Jules peered over.

"I asked him if he talked to the director about sets for a musical."

"If they hire you to design the set, the boys going to volunteer for the construction. I guarantee it."

Ariadne ignored Jules as she looked at the reply.

'Don't worry I'll talk to him.' was the texts message. The phone vibrated again. 'You know where the theater school is?'

Ariadne typed back that she did.

'Meet me at the entrance at seven. We'll have dinner.'

"Well, it's official. He asked me to dinner."

"Told you!"

"Not so fast Miss Matchmaker." Said Ariadne. "He didn't invite me as a date."

"But he still invited you." Said Jules. "I say go for it."

Ariadne sighed and told Jean she would love to meet up with him for dinner.

'Great. How does La Ratatouille sound?' Another text read.

"He's taking me to La Ratatouille."

"He just tricked you into going out with him." said Jules.

"No he did not."

The green eyes hidden behind the shades rolled. "I'm a cooking student. I've literally eaten at every restaurant in Paris. La Ratatouille is a dating spot. When I was there, most of the tables had couples."

Ariadne gulped but Jules didn't hear.

"Alright." Ariadne took in a deep breath. "But don't expect me to look different tonight."