I walked on the cobble stones pathways of the City of Love. I was so excited to be meeting Emmy at the spot he told me. Just across the river of the Effiel Tower. "Avenue de New York" to be exact.

I get another text from Emmy saying to wear something comfortable.

"Emmy! I'm wearing heels!" I texted him, pairing it with a pouted face.

"La vi en, Parasian women don't wear heels. They will know you are a tourist" he replies.

"But it matched my outfits Emmy." I teased him, adding a smiling face to the end. He sends a smiley face before asking me for a pic of my outfit.

"Excusez-moi. En foto?" I ask a random guy. He smiles and took my phone from me. I walked over to the bridge of the river and sit at its ledge, crossing one foot over the other.

"Belle! Belle!" The same man who was taking my photo shouted, inviting a crowd of people to surround me. Immediately, I blushed seeing the amount of attention I was getting but continued to pose, smiling as a few others took out their phones to snap their pictures.

Once I felt like I sat for a while, I hopped off the ledge and went over to the guy taking my photo. He passed me the phone, muttering something in French. I looked at the photo on my phone and smiled, asking him to take one more photo on my Polaroid for Emmy. It would be for his eyes only. Maybe he could keep it above his desk. "Thank you"

"vous êtes les bienvenus" (you are welcome).

I smiled, waving goodbye to the nice man and the crowd of people before walking down the pebble stone steps. I took relish at the photo, admiring the deep tone of my skin and how it reflected against the contrast of the yellow dress. Emmy wouldn't be able to control himself once he saw the pic.

I sat at a restaurant near the edge of the street and sent it to him, eagerly waiting for his response.
A waitress soon came into my line of vision and smiled. "que désirez-vous?" (What would you like?)

"je parle seulement un peu le français" ( I only speak a little French) I say, excusing my lack of understanding.

"Ah, American" she smiled, "what will you have"

"Oh, just a tall latte with silk milk please"

"Right away" she nodded, taking the menu from beneath my elbow. As I take in the sprawling views of the beautiful city, a tall man came and stood in my line of vision. He was cute I admit, but I had no interest in any attempt he had too capture my attention. I had Emmy for that.

"Ummm...hello?" I say, waving for him to move. He pulled the second chair from my table and flipped it over, sitting pridefully into the chair.

"Sir...this table is occupied. Someone is sitting there" I say to him. He chuckled, undressing me with his eyes before calling for the waiter.

"Do you speak French? Hello? cette table est occupée" I say again. (This table is occupied).

"Mr. President is a busy man but I must admit his taste is impeccable" the young boy said, flipping a strand of brown hair from his face.

"Excuse you?" I fumed, trying to make myself hear his words.

"You heard me. I said President Macaron has impeccable taste. I think your the first black girl he's been with too." he chuckled before whispering something to the waitress that came to the table. " deux sucres s'il vous plaît" (2 sugars please).

We say in silence until the waitress came with both our orders. "Will you mind telling me who you are?"

"I do mind Dani" he shrugged, stirring the small cappuccino he had ordered. How did he know my name?

We sat in more silence until I decided to pay for my drink and leave. He was a weirdo and I had no interest in sticking out to find out what he had to say. "I would sit down if I were you Dani. Your precious Emmy's life depends on it" he smiles, mocking my pet name for him.

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Author Note:

Y'all think Writing a book on attempt to assa___**nate the president of France would be considered an act of terroism against France?
I ain't trying to get in trouble in the US 👀👀

Lol y'all bear with me. I have no plot for this book so I'm just throwing in this secret service/spy arc or whatever.