A/N: Yeah, this chapter is really short, but I promise, the chapter's will get longer and have more to them!

I did a double take at the stunning woman in front of me. Her dark brown eyes scanned me over and her smile looked a tad worried. "Is something the matter?" She asked.

I cleared my throat. "Oh, no of course not!" I reassured her. "It's just, I thought I heard you say 'Maraj', as in the designer…"

Kanya let out a little chuckle. "You like Portia's work I see?" It wasn't really the reply I was looking for, but I told her that was true. "Well, she is a wonderful designer." She nodded knowingly.

Before I got the chance to say something else on the matter, Kanya shot me a smile and started making her way to the front door. Kanya took long strides towards the front of the hotel. "Wait!" I yelled, trying desperately to catch up to her in my heels.

She was already at the door, turned around and waiting for me to catch up. "Would you like me to help you bring these to your room?"

"Oh no!" I felt my cheeks redden. I didn't like to be a burden to people. Especially people who looked like this woman; who had better things to do than stand waste their time with someone like me. "It's really no trouble. I can make it up the rest of the way. Besides, I don't even know where my room is. My friend was supposed to get the key and meet me…" I tried to scan the lobby then, but I could not see Jade through the sea of bodies.

"Are you sure it is no trouble? I don't want you to be stressed." Kanya frowned at me, and I almost wanted to let her stay with me and wait for Jade because she just seemed so eager to help and genuinely caring.

Then a feeling of guilt took over me. I was taking advantage of a person I just met. "No trouble…" I said.

Kanya placed the makeup bag on the floor next to me. She rocked back and forth on her feet, and for a moment we both just stood there. A part of me didn't want Kanya to leave, or for Jade to come get me, because I knew the moment we parted ways we wouldn't see each other again. Paris was one of the largest cities in the world, after all. There were hundreds upon hundreds of people here, and the chances of meeting the same one again were slim.

I know it sounds odd for me to have gotten so attached to a person I just met, but I felt so connected to this woman. She looked like the type of woman I would have idolized to be when I was a teenager, curled up in my bedroom cutting haute couture models out of magazines and practicing with my new Urban Decay makeup pallet.

"You look so sad," she said, her brows furrowed with concern. I sighed "You know, if you ever need to talk to me, I'll be in room 263, on the top floor!"

Right then, I had a how stupid are you Rose Lalonde moment. Of course she was staying here, why else would she be standing outside, and be willing to take time to help me bring my bag inside?

Kanya reached out and gently held my shoulder, causing me to flinch just a little. "Listen, I know how hard it is to be a first time traveler. You must be… homesick, is it? Don't worry, Paris is a very nice city, and you'll be feeling at home in no time." With that, the French woman removed her hand from my shoulder and adjusted her bowler hat.

"Bonne chance! Good luck," she paused for a moment pressing her finger to her lips. "What was your name? I do not believe you told me."

This was it. Our little meeting was over. "Rose Lalonde," I stated glumly.

"Rose Lalonde…" she practiced my name, the words dripping from her mouth like honey, slow and sweet. I swear I've never had someone make my name sound so… so… sexy.

I just nodded to let her know she got it.

Kanya gave her cute little laugh again, and left for the elevators to the left with a twirl of black fabric.

It took me a while, but soon after she left I realized that she thought I was a "first time traveler."

Oh my god. I was looking like a stupid American tourist.