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what? “I don't understand you sir,” I said but he kept on speaking so fast. “tu ne fais pas?, tu ne fais pas?, tu ne fais pas? (You don't? You don't? You don't?)” I don't know what he's saying. “Employé français, employé français, employé français (I want frech employeeee, I want frech employeeee, I want frech employeee !!!)” I was backwards out of this restaurant, because of the sheer volume of its owner's voice.

My notebooks slid across the table with a dull thud as I spread them open. “Since you wasted nearly half the session sulking,” I said, flipping through the pages, “we’re focusing on this.” The corner of his mouth tugged into the ghost of a scowl, but he didn’t argue. That alone was a small victory. I adjusted my glasses and started where I always did, with basics. “Conjugation. Verbs are the backbone of French. If you can master this, you’ll understand sentence structure better.” His eyes narrowed, but he leaned slightly forward. I didn’t wait for enthusiasm, I didn’t need it.

"Ça va bien, merçi. Et vous?" (I am fine. And you?). "Nous sommes bien, mademoiselle." (We are fine, miss). She opened her textbook. "Aujourd'hui, nous allons étuder 'la lettre'." (Today, we are going to study ' the letter'). Some of us jotted down the topic for the day in our notebooks. "Quelqu'un peut-il expliquer ce qu'est une lettre?" (Can someone explain what a letter is?)

"Terrible idea to start with that. It would be best if you had started with vocabulary and then gradually moved on to simple sentence constructions. If you find grammar complicated, you'll tremble to the depths of your soul when you have to deal with conjugation." "I've reached a point in my lesson to ask questions." Bianca tilted her head to the side and blinked, waiting for the next part. "I don't understand," Magnus simply said as he turned a corner. "You don't understand what, mon Coeur?" asked Bianca, now focused on Magnus' puzzled face. "Where the fucking -t- comes from between the verb and the subject when you ask questions in French." Bianca blinked rapidly. She was asking questions

"Whom even after having been with a French man for nearly two years, she still can't mutter anymore than just the greeting." Della amusingly rolled her eyes at him. "The only words, I remember are 'plus vite plus vite' 'Merde' 'je t'aime' 'juste comme ça' and what's the word, oh yeah something like 'lécher le bout'" Andre burst out laughing. "Don't ever say that in public." "Why you always said them to me?"

Occupying the seat as instructed, I patiently waited for Baron or the cook to return. Baron returned instead with the food, he placed it beside me smiling widely "Bon appétit" Mirroring his happy mood, I dragged the plate closer to myself "Merci" He took the seat closest to mine "You know your French I see... What else can you say in French?" I took my time to finish chewing the large portion of food in my mouth before answering him "Merci is the only word I can say in French; don't let my confident face deceive you. What about you? Seems like you know your French?"

“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

He asks and I really wish I could wrap Rejena up and carry her away without attracting attention. “Laura Mi-“ She starts, but Caleb’s eyes widen with surprise. “Laura Mitchell? Pas question, j'ai lu tous vos livres ! Ne dites pas aux autres que je lis des romans d'amour.” No way, I've read all your books! Don't tell anyone I read romance novels. He switches over to French and my frustration grows. “Tu plaisantes ? Je ne sais pas quoi dire. Enfin, waouh!” Are you kidding? I don't know what to say. Anyway, wow! Rejena replies in French and I nearly fall over, right with Cayden.

, he muttered mostly to himself. "They are", the Frenchman answered laughing, "I met an American pair in Paris once on a holiday with my mother when I was twelve, I think, I didn't understand a word he said, he ate half the syllables and replaced words with English sounding words, but that made no sense in an ordinary sentence. He was asking us, well his wife more than him, for a restaurant, she kept saying things like 'You have my Tha' and 'a place for a good nosh' and then some words that I couldn't remember even if I tried", he answered almost confused despite it being a memory.

He always sounds sexy whenever he speaks French. Pierre turns to me smiling "De rien madame. J'espère que vous avez apprécié votre vol" I scrunch up my face turning to Zion with a face that says "What the hell is he saying" "Elle ne comprend pas le français" Pierre stares at me in realization "Oh, pardon me, ma'am. I said welcome to Paris. I hope your journey was pleasant" Pierre said with a warm smile. I smile back "It was fine. Thank you"