Archaic Dream

Prologue

The first feeling I get while stepping onto the street of Paris is relief and success. I made it.

I couldn't believe that I had peruse my dream and given up all my money to this dream, so I could move here. Despite my mothers strong words to keep me home. But I know I'm meant to be here. It just feels right.

I walk around the city trying to find the hotel I had booked a room for a few days while I tour my apartment and so I can get use to the city. 

"Alright" I sigh. Lets begin.

I continue walking away from the train station that brought me here from the airport using google maps to get me to my hotel so I can check in. I take a mental note that I defiantly should have learned more French then what I had in high school, but I push it aside so I don't give myself more anxiety than I already have from my Mom sobbing to me at the airport trying to guilt me to stay. My dad had left my Mom during her pregnancy because he couldn't handle the stress of being a parent. And my mom is terrified that I had been leaving her too, even though I had promised I visited.

After hours of walking and google maps recalculating on me at least 100 times I found my hotel and checked in with my whole life on my back and in a suite case. The front desk guy was nice. but he was judging my French and just started speaking English. I felt dumb. 

I walked into my room and it wasn't anything fancy like I would have hoped, but it will do. As I was unpacking I felt a strong urge to just sleep, and sleep is what I did. I'll leave the unpacking for the morning as I'm staying in this room for 4 days. Lets hope this sleep lasts as long as I need it to.

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I wake up and check my phone right away to see that I had missed 6 calls from my Mom and a text saying that she was worried and asking why I didn't call her. I just set my phone down and ignored all stress she was giving me. I mean I love my Mom and am grateful for everything she has done, but she is a stressful person and I want my first full day of my new life stress free, seeing my new apartment, and scoping out all the restaurants in the area to see if my new place of work is just as amazing as I pictured.

I have been googling restaurants around my new apartment and one that I saw is just amazing and elegant, Gâterie Sucrée. Which means Sweat Treat in French. And the inside is just something you could never Dream of. The owner is Hugo Roche, and I'm not going to lie he's not bad looking...BUT that's besides the point, he's definitely a family guy. I haven't googled him, but there's a god chance he's married. Although he doesn't wear a ring. Which is surprising from his good features. 

I wonder.

Hello everyone! This is our first story and it was very interesting to start, also sorry it is so short. I hope you like the beginning and we'll try our best to get to writing as much as we can. HAVE A NICE DAY!! :)

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