"seth, i don't know what to say," sasha sighed. she leaned against the cool bricks to the cafe structure, nervously looking down at the sidewalk. "i have work and my mo-

"sash, one week. take one week off of work, i know the owner of this place, i can convince them. plus, i will give you all the money that you would've earned in that one week."

sasha's eyes widened at his offer. she just met this guy very recently and here he was begging to take her on her dream vacation.

she swallowed the lump in her throat, looking to her left where charlotte was entering the cafe to start her shift.

"what about my mom?" sasha asked.

seth sighed, "sash, she can take care of herself can't she?" he wasn't trying to come off as rude, but her wanted this so badly.

sasha mumbled something incoherent before coming to a decision. "i will talk it through with my mom tonight."

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"i think you should go."

sasha almost fell out of her chair. who in their right mind let's their daughter run off to france with a guy they barely know?

"mom, you'll be all alone!" sasha exclaimed, "and i know we're not on best terms right now, but i still love you."

judith smiled at her daughter from across the island. "baby i have friends here, i won't be alone. plus, the most spontaneous thing you've done in your life is dye your hair blue. go to france with your little boyfriend there, he's offering a lot!"

sasha groaned as she tapped her nails against the countertop. "he's not my boyfriend and i barely know him."

"he seems nice enough," judith shrugged, "your twenty years old. go out and enjoy yourself!"

"whatever mom," sasha playfully rolled her eyes before hopping off the island stool. she headed upstairs, walking over to her window. she looked up at the blue skies as if they were going to answer her.

seth made her feel safe. he gave her a feeling of comfort she'd never felt from a guy before, but she never ever left home before. her and her mother almost went to iceland two years back, but sasha of course has to of gotten extremely sick the day before they were supposed to leave. they ended up cancelling the trip and never rescheduled it.

sasha, you are about to fly to france in a private jet to stay in a luxurious suit with a man you just met

she giggled at the thought, becoming more and more intrigued in the idea of france. the fashion, the food, the sights, the people...it sounded like a dream.

she grabbed her phone and began texting seth.

alright, im in

seth proceeded to call sasha that night. they talked about all the important details and what they would do for hours on end.

sasha couldn't help but smile the widest she possible could. yes, she was nervous, but seth somehow, someway made everything seem fine.

"it's late, i think im going to head to bed," sasha yawned, turning on her side.

"alright, sleep tight doll."

"night."

sasha blushed at his nickname for her. she turned her phone off, setting it on the nightstand to charge.

i'm going to france...

it took a while for her to fall asleep that night. she tossed and turned in excitement, knowing that in two days time she'd be on her way to one of the most romantic locations on earth; paris.

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a/n shit was short but it is what it is. might post my new book soon, but it's not sesha surprisingly. i felt like i needed a change for once.