Dumb Crush

Roulf

I walk into Monsieur Parris's house, glancing around at the brightly painted walls. The room smelled of spring flowers, which didn't add up with Monsieur Parris's large and muscular features. I figured it must have been a French thing.

You see, my name is Roulf Smith, and I'm actually from Liverpool, England. I help dock boats as they come in and out of England. I meet a lot of people, all from different countries of the world. I can't say I have any true friends, however.
Being 18, I have started looking into colleges to attend, but I wanted to get out of my small, reclusive town of Liverpool. Last week, I was given a chance to meet with the director of the University of Paris, which was Monsieur Parris. I immediately accepted, and boarded the first boat to Paris.

"Bonjour," Monsieur Parris says as he shows me to his study. I don't say anything, but nod and follow him deeper into his home. As I walk, I look around the living room. It is painted a bright blue, and had pictures of people I assume was Monsieur Parris's family. There were pictures taken from the top of the Effiel Tower, and around the Louve, and a ton of other romantic places.

As I walk past the kitchen, I hear someone rummaging through the fridge. Monsieur Parris opens the door just enough for him to peak through and say something in French.

"Anthea, fetch me and Monsieur Roulf something to eat!" Is how I translate it.

We continue walking, and as I pass the kitchen door, I hear a female voice humming. I am immediately drawn to it, and I hesitate to follow Monsieur Parris. I quickly follow however, and before I realize it, I am sitting in the study.