The streets of Paris were crowded, with both tourists and locals. Soon he found himself in a small little cafe, trying to make out the menu. Due to being in the army the blond knew a handful of languages, but he had never taken French. 'Damn it...' he cursed mentally, finally asking the waiter to just bring him a German menu. The waiter sighed and somewhat rolled her eyes, walking off to get the said menu.
Once she got back the door opened up and a man whom seemed like he had just come back from a Renaissance Festival by the way he was dressed came in with a childish grin on his face. He skipped (yes, he skipped), to the counter and smiled charmingly at the woman behind the counter. Nicolas resisted the urge to roll his eyes and just looked back at the menu,m god what he wouldn't give for some wurst right now, or maybe strudel.
Of course he couldn't go back to his parents the way he was, so he just had to suck it up. He ordered a fondue (he always did have a sweet tooth), and began to dig at it. Comfort food was now his best friend...
Once she got back the door opened up and a man whom seemed like he had just come back from a Renaissance Festival by the way he was dressed came in with a childish grin on his face. He skipped (yes, he skipped), to the counter and smiled charmingly at the woman behind the counter. Nicolas resisted the urge to roll his eyes and just looked back at the menu,m god what he wouldn't give for some wurst right now, or maybe strudel.
Of course he couldn't go back to his parents the way he was, so he just had to suck it up. He ordered a fondue (he always did have a sweet tooth), and began to dig at it. Comfort food was now his best friend...
