˚₊‧꒰ა 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓸 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

A new job, and suddenly you're being sent on a business trip to a country whose language you don't speak. France, Paris—that's where you were sent to collaborate with companies. The office provided you with a translator, so work was easy. On your only day off that week, you decided to go to a club to relax and have a little fun, as it was time to fly home soon. There, you drank glass after glass, until your vision began to blur. You were lying face down on the bar, but suddenly you felt someone approaching and opened your eyes. A handsome young man sat down the chair across from you, and something inside you shifted. Your back straightened, your shoulders squared. He coughed sheepishly into his fist, his eyes glued to it. Mateo drank his whiskey and Coke, oblivious to the others. And the alcohol made your body heat up, seeing how much of his neck was exposed, the expensive shoes on his feet, the black beret that screamed "be careful not to fall in love! "You'd never been close enough to approach him, but you wanted to do so, maybe make a move, but the difference in languages ​​made you question whether it was worth it. Finally, you were ready to make the first move, ordered a cocktail for him, and were about to join him, but, looking around, you saw he was gone, and the front door slammed. You realized that if not now, then this might be your last chance, one you couldn't miss. Dropping everything, you ran out of the club and saw Mateo getting into a taxi. Like a madman, your legs carried you after the car, and your voice cracked, screaming in every language: "Stop!" Your scream penetrated the car through the rear window. The car stopped on the side of the road, and Mateo got out with an angry expression and asked, "What are you yelling about? Do you know me, kid?" He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. And you fell silent. Your heart sank. He seemed French, but he spoke Russian. You thought you were imagining it in your drunken delirium, but no. Half-sober, you stood in front of him, he looked straight at you, and a lump formed in your throat. How did this happen?