Previously
"How do you two know each other?"
"It all began one summer in Paris…
Now
Barry took a sip of his coke before continuing his story, "I had just completed my first year of college. At the time, I studied in Paris until I received my two year associates degree."
Singh interrupted before Barry could continue with his story, "You lived in Paris?"
"Yeah, for a while in high school, and then two years in college. My mother was Parisian, and my uncle still lives there."
"Go back to the story." Isabel reminded.
"Right! Anyways, as I was saying, it was the summer after my first year in college, and I was extremely bored…"
Flashback
It was a warm morning, the sun was shining, and the streets of Paris were bustling with activity. The tourists were everywhere, and their excitement was practically contagious. It seemed like everyone was in a good mood today, except one Barry Sebastian Smythe Allen.
Barry was once again at La Merveille, the café in which he spent most of his time in Paris. His friend since high school, Éclair, still worked there, and was the manager.
He was leaning against his chair while drinking his alcohol filled coffee, bored out of his mind. He had no classes this summer, and he had absolutely nothing to study. Most people would think that one could never be bored in Paris, but what they don't realize is that the locals have already seen the sights, and more then anything they hate tourists. Tourist season meant more work, less pay, and longer waits in traffic and lines. It was truly horrible.
Barry briefly thought about getting a job, but quickly decided against it as he watched Éclair being stressed about the sheer amount of customers, most who didn't even speak French.
The café was full today, as it was almost every day during tourist season. Every table was full, so it didn't come as too much as a surprise to Barry when someone approached him, asking if they could sit at his table with him.
The girl took a seat in front of Barry, giving him an opportunity to study her. She was blond, and extremely gorgeous. Somehow, Barry's day just became a lot more interesting.
In an American accent, the girl asked in English, "Do you speak English."
"Yeah, I do." Barry replied.
"Oh, you're American?"
"Born in America, but I live here in Paris."
"Oh that's cool. Do you come to this café often."
"Only every day since High School."
"Wow, that's pure dedication."
"Thank you. I like to pride myself in my upmost dedication." He replied with a smirk.
"I'm Isabel, by the way."
"Nice to meet you Izzy, I'm Sebastian Smythe."
End of Flashback
"So you guys met in a café?" Rob asked.
"Essentially." Barry replied.
"I still don't get it." Rob stated.
"What don't you get?" Barry questioned.
"I don't get why someone as beautiful as Isabel would go out with you, no offense." Rob clarified.
"Sebastian here can be quite charming." Isabel admitted.
"Is that a synonym for always late and clumsy?" Singh deadpanned.
"Nicki found me to be charming as well." Barry teased with a smirk. He was having way too much fun annoying his boss.
"You just had to remind me about my niece, didn't you!" Singh cried, exasperated.
"So you guys just started hanging out after that one meeting?" Rob asked.
Barry and Isabel shared a look, before Barry began to say, "Not exactly…"
Flashback: 1 Day Later
Barry was waiting at La Merveille, waiting for Isabel to arrive. They made plans the day before to meet up, but Isabel was running quite late.
Just when Barry was going to give up on waiting for her, Isabel ran through the doors, and took a seat at his table.
"Running late I see." Barry teased.
"I'm sorry Sebby. Well, you know how I'm a model, and I'm here for work?"
"Yeah, I recall."
"Well, todays photo shoot ran long. One of our top male models quit, and now we can't find a replacement! If we don't find someone soon, then the whole thing will be canceled."
"That sucks, I'm sure you can find someone to fill in."
"See, that's the problem. They are very specific on what kind of model they want. He has to be lean, but with muscles, tall, with a sexy smile, and on top of all that he has to be charming so that he can work the press. Now tell me, where am I going to find an intelligent guy that charm his way to good publicity, and has all of the previous mentioned qualities, on such short notice?" Just as Isabel finished her rant, she had a genius idea come to her.
"You!" She exclaimed.
"What?" Barry asked.
"You! You'll be the perfect replacement!" She quickly explained.
Barry chuckled, "Honey, I'm not a model."
"Maybe not, but you look like one! Plus, just yesterday you were telling me how bored you were, modeling would give you something to do! Please?!" She begged.
"I don't know…" Barry said, trailing off.
"There are a lot of gorgeous models you'll have to work closely with, including me." She said, trying desperately to persuade him.
"When do I start?" He asked with a charming smirk.
End of Flashback
"Hold up! You. You were a male model?" Singh blurted, obviously not believing him.
"I just said that." Barry reminded.
"You. Barry Allen. Were a French model." Singh repeated, still shocked.
"Well, technically he still is a French model, after all, they haven't taken down the billboard downtown of you yet." Isabel confessed.
"Oh right! I forgot that it was still there." Barry admitted.
"Your fans refused to let them change the picture." She added.
"Why would they? I'm gorgeous!" Barry bragged.
"Oh dear lord, I only have two explanations for this. Either I got sucked into an alternate dimension, or I'm dying." Singh speculated.
"How would you have gotten sucked into an alternate dimension? While it isn't exactly impossible, it's quite improbable, and you would have definitely noticed." Barry interjected.
"Dying it is then." Singh revealed.
"Oh hush honey. Stop talking like that, you're fine!" Rob assured.
"All I know is that a world where Barry Allen is a model, is a world I don't belong in." Singh said dramatically.
"But Barry Allen isn't a model." Barry said with a smirk.
"But you just said...!" Singh started.
"No, I didn't. Barry Allen isn't the model, Sebastian Smythe is." Barry announced.
"What the heck is that supposed to mean?!" Singh yelled, frustrated beyond belief.
Barry just chuckled in amusement, before getting up off his seat. He placed money on the table to pay the bill, before grabbing Isabel's hand and walking towards the door.
"You'll understand someday!" Barry called back to them, before leaving the restaurant along with Isabel.
Singh just leaned back in his seat, confused about everything that had just transpired.
"I know you said that Allen was a weird kid, but what the heck just happened?" Rob asked, also confused.
"I don't know Rob. But something tells me that we're going to find out soon enough."