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“You really want to move to France?” “If there’s one thing I want to do in the next two years, it’s settle myself down,” he says seriously. “Find a lifestyle I can love. And France is a passion of mine.” “Do you speak French?” He reaches for the paper dessert menu, produces a pencil, and scribbles a few lines on the back, then turns it to show me. L’amour, c’est toi La beaute, c’est toi L’honneur, c’est toi Lottie, c’est toi

It’s her first day, so I don’t blame her when she shoots me a hesitant look. “What if I don’t make friends?” she asks in a small voice. I crouch down and kiss her forehead. “I’m sure you will.” “And you promise they speak French?” I nod. “Yes, ma chérie, I promise. This is a French-immersion school. Do you know what that means?” Odette shakes her head. “It means they teach everything in French. You’ll be able to understand all your teachers and fellow classmates.”

His accent isn't American but rather french or Italian. “Are you new here?” I ask him and he nods. “Yes I am. I came from Paris and I start my job today.” He smiles. “By the way, my name is Fabien. A pleasure.” “Pareil ici, My name is Matilda.” I smile and shake his hand. “You speak French?” He asks clearly stunned. “Oui Oui...” I respond in French. “I actually took a few French speaking courses, you know. I believe it's important to know lots of languages because you never know where you might find yourself tomorrow.”

“I’m Kylee, by the way.” “I’m Price.” “I know who you are.” She gestured at the distance between them. “I don’t bite, you know.” He shuffled a little closer. She laughed. “Do I make you nervous?” It was kind of cute. Like he’d never been near a girl before. “Je ne sais pa.” “What language is that?” “French.” “And you’re speaking it because. . . ?” “It helps me think.” “Are you French?” “Technically but not really.”

“Excuse-moi. Est-ce que tu embrasses les inconnus ? Non ? OK, je me présente alors.” (Excuse me, do you kiss strangers? No? Then let me introduce myself.) Everleigh’s eyebrows shot up as she looked at him like he had just lost his mind. She looked up at me and then back to him. I don’t think either of us were expecting her to haul off and slap the shit out of him. And then it hit me. She speaks French.

(oh good. “Oui. G****e translate babe.” I winked at him. “In my free time, I learned French.” I said proud and he smiled widely. “Glad to know that I am invisible.” Tracy snapped. “Tell me about it.” Vin muttered angrily. “Tracy, Tu sais que je t'aime enormement." He rolled his eyes. "What the fuck did you say? I didn't learn any fucking English.” She glared at poor Carl. “It means you know that he loved you a lot.” I said.

Damien waved his hand, calling for the waitress. "So how was your first day?" Damien asked cheerfully. Leah shrugged with a sigh, "Yeah not too bad, I regret my bad French, I should have studied harder," said Leah while fiddling with the tissue in her hand. "If you want to quickly master French, study with the natives, I can teach you if you want!" Damien offered earnestly. Leah frowned, "Really? You want to teach me?" asked Leah in disbelief.

"Le Patron, 'e haz a big fight tonight, mam'zelle. Even wiz 'iz knee like melon. Zee enemy is a big man who iz very mad at 'im…" Notes: “C'est grâce à…” (French) – thanks to “parce-que” (French) – because “Bon apres-midi” (French) – good afternoon “Mon autre ami” (French) – my other friend “Mon visage” (French) – my face

She once mentioned that it was a family heirloom from France. Mrs Meril walked up to the white board in front of the class and picked up a white board marker. Behind her on the whiteboard “Aujourd’hui:” (Today); “Le subjonctif”; and “Baudelaire: Les Fleurs du mal” is written on the left side and one the right side there are example sentences demonstrating correct and incorrect usage: “Il faut que je étudie.” marked with an X and “Il faut que j’étudie.” marked with a check. Below that is a quote in French: “On ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.”— Le Petit Prince. “Gooood morn-eeng, claaass!” Mrs Meril said in a friendly tone of voice.

Gaspard asked. "Yeah..." I mumbled. "But bring me a bucket first." "A bucket?" Gapard's beautiful brows furrowed. "You mean, le seau?" "Oui," I replied briefly. I had been learning French for seven years at school, but at that time, the only word I could think of was a simple "yes". "OK, but for what, Miss Lewyn?" Gaspard asked. He was looking around to look for a bucket. "Nothing... I think I'm going to throw up now..." I said.