Snow in Montmartre // KNJ FF

1 - Snow in Montmartre

Namjoon's POV

Paris in the winter is a really beautiful city, the snow gives a real postcard feeling too. Montmartre is so calm in the morning with this thick white coat, it's early, I think it's just 6am. No tourists, no one to walk on the snow. The sound of my steps is so clear, like a clean crack. I really like this calmness.

I wasn't able to sleep last night, so I decided to go for a walk, and I'm so glad. It wasn't supposed to snow that much, but it's beautiful. I hope the weather turns a little nicer by the end of next week so I can catch my flight back home.

Montmartre is really charming but there are so many stairs, and with the snow everything is so slippery. Last flight of stairs for now, and of course I slid down and finished on my butt. At least no one has witnessed this glorious moment of mine.

"Vous allez bien ?" says a soft voice...

Of course !

I look up to see a woman, well I assume I just see eyes between a scarf and a hat. I must have looked a little confused, because she switches to English "Are you OK ?". Don't get me wrong I didn't understand her the first time but with the sound of worries in her voice and the situation I'm in there is not a lot of question to ask.

"Yes, thank you! I'm good."

I take the hand she holds out to me, and fall completely on her. My ankle just gave up. I try to put my foot on the ground and hiss. I may have cursed. Just a little, idol like...

"Oh god, you may have twisted your ankle. Do you want to go to my place to see how bad this is?"

God no I don't want to go to a stranger place! I straighten up to answer and once again I stumble on her.

"I understand that you don't want to go to my place, stranger danger. But you can't walk ; there is no taxi or bus with the snow. I can help you catch a metro if you want. I promise I won't be mad at you for not wanting to go to my place. But I live just here, I have tea, coffee, and I'm really getting cold."

While she makes her speech she points her gloved finger to a building, the door must be like 3 meters max from where we are. My ankle is killing me, she seems nice, I'm cold. The snow has not stopped falling since I fell from those stupid stairs. "OK, thank you for helping me. I just stay a little while and when the snow stops I will go back to my place."

I start walking but when my foot touches the ground I curse so loudly, she giggles a little before putting her arm around me to help me walk.

We walk to the door, she enters the code and there is a beautiful hall with mirrors on the walls. There is a second door with a code, then a wooden stair with carpet; I looked at her with worries. There is no way I can go up like that, and I'm still a little mad about my last confrontation with stairs.

She smiles brightly, I can see the lower part of her face now. Somehow, she discarded her scarf when I wasn't watching. She has a beautiful smile.

"Don't worry, there is a lift. But it's a small one and with nowhere to sit." She calls the lift, and tell me that she lives on the 4th floor "well french 4th floor, I think it's 5th floor in some country." By the time she finishes talking, we are in the lift. I proceed to take off my hat and scarf. I will be staying at her place, I can't hide my face forever. She doesn't seem to notice, she is looking for something in her purse.

When the lift stops, she has her key on the hand that isn't supporting me. We exit the narrow lift, and she opens her door. She helps me to sit on a bench and starts to take off her outdoor clothes and shoes. "Do you need help to strip?"

I look at her with wild eyes. But she just looks at me waiting for an answer with just some worries on her face. Don't assume thing you stupid, I tell myself.