RUN

Chapter 1

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Out of: French Vanilla, Espresso, Macchiato, Cortado, Cappuccino, Dry Cappuccino, Red Eye, Cafe Latte, Affogato, Flat White, and Viennese Coffee, I would much prefer the Affogato. An Affogato is vanilla ice cream "drowned" in espresso.

'Delicious. Sweet. Perfect coffee and ice cream.' I thought as I walked out of my apartment in Bordeaux, France.

I was born in Piraeus, Greece and raised in Nice, France until I moved to Vienna, Italy to go to college. I guess you can say I have only been exposed to Europe, but in all honesty its true. I have only been exposed to European countries and event's. I have seen the Tour De France for like 19 years and have only seen the Olympics through a screen.

I've always dream't of seeing New York City and visiting Los Angeles. I have always wanted to do something out of France. Maybe, just maybe I can...

Suddenly I tripped. "Woah!" I yelled, grabbing the thing closest thing next to me. Which happened to be an arm. I looked up to my saviour and saw a handsome man. He has blue eyes and light blonde hair that looks brown. He has these freckles that are all over his face. His smile...His smile is killer. It glows and shines, making him look brighter and lighter in the French warm land.

"Bonjour, jolie dame." He smirked, swiftly lifting me up from my current position.

"Bonjour, monsieur!" I said my eyes never leaving his.

Although I am not dumbstruck by him I am surprised. Surprised at how I have never seen this mysterious man. I smiled at him and asked "Who might you be?"

"I, Mademoiselle, am Sevastian Bernard. I am of the Bernard family, here in France." He said to me.

The Bernard name was a very common name for the high class and rich. The President of France, Jacques Bernard is a Bernard and so are a couple other politicians and upper class people. This guy did have similar features as the other Bernards...It surprised me that Sevastian didn't have a heavy accent, it was light and smooth. Attractive almost. Not too seducing.

"Well, Thank you for helping me." I smiled at him.

He looked at me from under his blue cap. "Does this pretty lady have a name?"

I blushed deeply. Nobody had ever called me a pretty lady. "I'm Alajandra Agnes. From the Agnes family, in Greece." I smiled at him.

I heard him chuckle under his breath before he asked me," Do you drink coffee, Alajandra?"

I nodded rapidly," Of Course! I am a coffee obsessor!-" I stopped myself, before I could embarrass myself even further.

He took my hand and turned me around. He started walking up the street past L' Apollo the bar, my brain memorizing every single place we passed. I was starting to really enjoy the breeze until we stopped suddenly causing me to bump into a hard and toned back.

The place in front of us would look like a regualr house to a tourist, but to a person who's lived here as long as I have you'd know that this isn't just a regular house. This is a cafe. A new one. I'm guessing that the Bernards are cooks!

I giggled, "Is this where you and you family work?"

He nodded and took my hand again, lighter and more respectfuly. Sevatian guided me inside.