Damien

Leah walked down the bustling streets of Paris feeling lighter, was it because Adrian had just called her? She shook her head, unsure of her feelings. Now that she would just take it easy, the life she was leading was so tense and tiring, it was time for her to ease up on her rhythm.

She turned in a corner, her steps were fixed on a bakery that looked very attractive from afar. Ever since she was in school, the thing she always wanted was to sit in front of a cafe in Paris with a cup of coffee and a piece of warm croissant while watching the passers-by in Parisian fashion.

"Bonjour, puis-je avoir un café noir chaud et deux croissants au chocolat?" said Leah in French, still stuttering because she had only learned it a while ago. The woman across from her nodded, then served Leah without a smile making Leah wince in confusion.

She pulled out an empty chair and sat on it. While sipping her coffee, she suddenly remembered her older sister,