He's 23, he's french, he's gorgeous.
And he just happens to be the eldest son of the family that is hosting me.
The moment I saw him was the moment that my concentration for anything but Hughes fizzled into thin air. How could I possibly concentrate on french grammar when such a dime-piece was living under the same roof??
C'etait un coup de foudre.
Of course, with my luck as of late, I met him after running around for nearly two hours in an outfit geared for 50 degree weather when temperatures today reached about 70. And I was carrying two full bags of groceries, plus my bookbag. So yeah, I was a little sweaty.
But isn't that always how it happens in the movies?
I'm keeping my hopes up. And you can bet I'll be keeping you updated.
UPDATE: Thomas, the 16-year-old brother, just walked in on me taking a shower. Things are about to get awkward.
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