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ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ: ————•𝓐wkward silence plagued the air as I try to find the words to say to him, it's not exactly easy considering the fact we haven't said a word to each other in six months. He almost feels unreal standing side by side next to me. I cleared my throat as a sign for him to initiate the conversation since he did drag me out here; My mind wanders in all the possibilities of why he wanted to speak to me. The icy air wasn't helping my nervous system.
"How have you been." He says in a low tone, it sounded like it took a lot of courage out of him to spit it out.
"Good, and you?"
"Great."
"Good."
This was very unusual, back then we'd bicker and bicker endlessly, I wanted to tell him so many things, ask him so many questions. But my mind is currently a blank slate at the moment and I'm trying to find the right words to say to him.
"You haven't changed." He said in a little chuckle, I look at him for a second my face scrunching.
"What made you say?" I asked genuinely, I heard different from Robaire otherwise.
"Like yeah sure you look like a common Parisian now but the way you act is still on brand Y/n. I'm glad you haven't changed that about you. I admire your authenticity." I wasn't exactly sure why he's spouting words. It seems like he's also struggling to fill the void between us.
"Saying I don't act like a Parisian is a little insulting when I've worked really hard to fit in here you know." I jokingly replied, he chuckles.
"I meant it in a good way, you stand out. If you were in a crowd of other French women you'd catch my eye in an instant, even if we were strangers." He replied, and I'm nit exactly sure what to say to that so I stayed silent.
We walked past a friend group arguing, I wasn't exactly sure what they were arguing about but they were loud and obnoxious.
"You know what I miss about Canada." I started and he just hums to let me know that hes listening. "The forced kindness of the people there, you could be taking a walk and you'd be greeted with a Good Morning! random people telling you to have a good day, everyone in Paris is so broody and rude." I acknowledged and he hums again.
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