The smells of all the different drinks, ranging from flat white to Affogato, filled the small cafe. It gave me a sense of welcoming, and who else wouldn't want a cute guy to buy them coffee? 

'What do you like?' he asked, grabbing his wallet. His figure made me believe he could be in his early twenties, but who knows maybe he could still only be eighteen. 

'Well, the only coffee place I've ever been to is Starbucks, and I can obviously tell this is going to be way better. I guess I'll just take a small Cortado.'

He smiles, which makes me blush even more. 'That's what I'm getting!'

Ross was wearing a blue button down shirt and khakis pants, and I could tell he had money. His blonde hair was still scruffy, yet he would play with it from time to time. Every time he would glance at me, his light blue eyes would glisten and dilate which was a good sign that he actually believed  I was pretty. But, who would think that?

'Thank you!' he said to the barista as he was handed our drinks. He handed me my Cortado and as I took a sip, I couldn't help but let out a moan of enjoyment. 'It's good, isn't it?'

I nod my head in agreement.

'So, where are you from?' he asks, taking a sip of his own Cortado. We exit the small cafe and get engulfed into the busy streets of Paris.

'St. Louis.' I tell him.

He raises an eyebrow. 'Missouri?'

I nod.

'Well, I'm from Chicago but the business I run with my father thought it would be a great corporate idea to move to France, thinking it would make us more money.'

I raise an eyebrow myself. 'My father owns a company, too. What do you and your father do?'

Ross signals for us to sit at one of the tables in a small town square. 'It's an insurance company, and the two years we've been here our business has sky rocketed.'

'That's I great!' I joyfully tell him. 'My father owns a construction company. Actually, let me rephrase that. My father owns a construction company and the subdivision we live in.'

He lets out a light chuckle. 'You must be loaded, then.'

I nod my head, but I let out a sigh. 'It's hard being his daughter, though. I started high school with all these friends, but over time I lost them for they felt I was too spoiled for their taste. Then my mother died and-'

He hugged me. My whole body became paralyzed and my emotions followed. I didn't know how to react. 'I'm so sorry to hear that!' he tells me, letting his grip on me loosen.

'Thanks.'

He looks down at his phone and noticed that it's a quarter past four. 'I have to head out,' he says, 'Maybe we could meet up tonight?'

'I'm sorry, but I have a flight to Bejing. It's at seven!'

He pulls me closer and hands me his phone. 'Put your number in. Maybe after you finish your business in Bejing I could buy you a flight back here, to spend time with me.'

It was like I was in a trance. I had this whole summer planned, with cool places to go to. But, a cute guy insists that I come back to Paris with him. 

I put my number in as a contact to his phone, and put my name in with a few heart emojis. 'I'll see you around, Ross.' I tell him before he hugs me one last time, kisses my forehead, and the two of us depart ways.

The airport seemed to have gotten warmer while I was out. I did the normal business I had to do before boarding the flight, but something seemed a bit odd to me. I hadn't seen Juliet. I was certain she would be where I was, for we were going to the same place. Nah, maybe she just got her before me.

***

I was walking the brick infested streets of Paris when I saw the two talking. How could a girl as ugly as her talk to a guy as hot as that? I knew I had to do something about it. As I waited for them to split, I watched a few episode of some Rom-Com on Netflix, and I drank a large frappucino, with a hint of mint.

I crept my way up to the guy, and I began to spark up a conversation. 'You're a really hot guy, you know that?' I tell him as he tries to ignore me. 'You're blonde hair is what makes me want you even more.'

'What the hell do you want, lady?' he fires back at me. 

I fix my hair so it is out of my face. 'You! I couldn't help but the notice the ugly ass girl you were talking to, and I just wanted to warn you.'

'She's really sweet, and she's not ugly. And, I have a meeting to catch so can please leave me alone?' he asks, trying to rush ahead of me. 

'You must've been fooled, then. That's just her good girl persona she puts on when she meets someone she's into.'

'How do you know all of this?' he questions.

'I used to be her best friend, but then she started spreading rumors about me in high school and I couldn't take it anymore. I shut her out of my life, entirely.' I force my hand onto his chest, and I bite my lip. 'Maybe I can give you what she lacks, tonight.'

I could tell he was blushing, and I knew he wanted exactly what I was to give to him. 

'I'm Ross,' he says as he hands me his phone, 'Put your number in, and I'll text you after my meeting. Then I can get what you're promising.'

***

I stood in line for what seemed to be hours before I finally went through security. At this point, I still hadn't noticed where Juliet was, but I did get a text from Ross which stated that when I did return to Paris that this was his address. 

I boarded the plane, and I became puzzled to see that Juliet wasn't there, either. Had she missed the plane? As I began to think of different scenarios of what could have happened to Juliet, an overweight man wearing a white T-Shirt and baggy pants entered the plane and stopped next to me.

'You're in my seat, young lady.Get your ass up or I'll sit on you!' he insists. 

'I'm sorry, sir. But, my tickets states that I sit here and-'

He interrupted me half sentence. 'I don't care what your damn ticket says. I want the aisle seat!'

Without arguing, I simply moved down a few seats to abide by the man's rules. Only now had I wished Juliet was here.