[ i. ] merde il pleut

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[ i. ] merde il pleut IT WAS QUITE a dreary afternoon as Sophie made her way to her favorite coffee shop after a particularly horrible day. If you count tanking her French quiz (how was she to know that bonjour was different from bonjourno) and accidentally calling her principal a he (well, her principal was a she apparently), then yes it was a particularly horrible day. The sky was a grey, ashy color and she knew that it was going to rain. And whoop de doo, today had to be the day she didn't bring her umbrella. "Could this day get any fucking worse?" she thought to herself. And as that train of thought came to be, it started raining. Actually, raining was an understatement. It was pouring. "Merde il pleut" she thought; ironic how she failed her French test just a few hours ago. "Goddamit," she mumbled under her breath. And the fact that she was wearing just a thin tank top, a cardigan and shorts didn't help her case. As she continued walking towards the said cafe, her hair stuck to her face in the most unattractive way; hell, she probably looked like a drenched gerbil. Kicking a stray rock out of frustration, she then proceeded tripping over her own two feet only to land face first into a puddle. She would've found it comical, only if it wasn't her that was in the situation. As she peeled her head off the cold cement, she came face to face with some rather huge boots. "Are you alright?" a deep voice asked. "Still alive, but I'm barely breathing," Sophie thought to herself. To her surprise, the dude let out a hearty chuckle. "Shit. I said that out loud, didn't I?" she asked. "Yup. You kinda just did," he replied. "Smooth, real smooth," she said still lying on the cold hard ground. Never has a Taylor Swift song rel... ... middle of paper ... ...t. It was quite a dreary afternoon as Sophie made her way to her favorite coffee shop after a particularly horrible day. If you count tanking her French quiz (how was she to know that bonjour was different from bonjourno) and accidentally calling her principal a he (well, her principal was a she apparently), then yes it was a particularly horrible day. Actually, after an awkward encounter with a very handsome stranger, it wasn't such a horrible day after all. --------------------------------------- yo it's an author's note awkward encounters in the rain with handsome strangers are the best ones dedicated to my friend sofia because she's fab translation time: bonjour: french for hello / good morning / good afternoon bonjourno (correctly spelled as buongiorno): italian for good morning / good day merde il pleut: french for shit it's raining / shit it rains

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