A hand appeared in front of my face, I grabbed onto it as my rescuer pulled me to my feet. I squeezed my eyes shut as the familiar feeling of dizziness. I opened them when a rapid string of French words flew at me. Standing in front of me was a boy of around my age, with golden hair and bright blue eyes. 'w-what?' I said, bewildered. you're English.' he replied with a rich French accent, I nodded shivering from the cold and from fear. 'what is a pretty girl like you, doing out wandering the streets of Paris alone?' he asked cheekily, his head cocked to one side. 'I'm lost.' I wailed, tears slipped down my cheeks uncontrollably. 'where do you live? I'll take you home.' he offered kindly, to which I nodded. I shivered again and he wrapped his jacket around my shoulders as I told him my street.
'so, what's your name?' I asked. 'Luc' he replied simply before repeating my question. 'I'm Amelie.' I answered. 'Amelie' he repeated with a beautiful flourish, the way my name should be said unlike the harsh sound that the english accent gave it. 'that's a French name, no?' he asked. I nodded, smiling. 'so what brings you to paris?'
'I've always wanted to travel the world, but Paris has always had a special place in my heart.' I replied enthusiastically. Luc smiled at me and nodded.
'well this is your street' he said, almost sadly. 'yes' I said my shoulders drooping. 'thank you Luc, for rescuing me and showing me home.' He smiled and shook his head as I tried to give him his jacket. 'you keep it.' he said. 'But how will I get I back to you?' I said puzzled. 'Tuesday, I'm on a stall in the market. I'll see you soon Amelie.' he called out as he slowly walked away. I turned and walked to my apartment building, while the excitement in my heart grew.
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