“Well, first off, are you alright?” Sunset asked the girl, the words in flowing out of her mouth in perfect French thanks to her spell. “And secondly, it smells amazing in here!” She said excitedly. “This is the first time I’ve been to Paris, so I’ll have to ask what’s good.”
“Huh? Oh yeah! Sorry just um….stepped on my shoe lace.”
She explained with a sheepish grin, while scratching the back of her head.
“Ah and thank you! Compliments mainly go to my parents, they bake everything here. A-anywho, welcome to Paris! I can tell you just about anything on every pastry here but before I do that, we should figure out your craving. What are you in the mood for?”
Sunset stole a quick glance at the girls feet before saying, “But you’re wearing… Nevermind.” She said with a shake of her hands. “Anyways, I’m honestly not sure. They say this is the City of Love, and while I do feel the "love” I just… I’m not sure.“ She said with a giggle.
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