“Hello,” he says in an accent I don’t recognize.
“Hm, I wasn’t expecting that,” I say.
“I’m sorry. I’m afraid I don’t understand,” he says.
“Your accent. I didn’t expect it,” I say. “French?”
“Oui,” he says. “Do you speak French?”
“Trés peu,” I say.
He just chuckles and sits down next to me.
“You’re very beautiful. I just had to come and say hello,” he says.
“You’re wasting your time dude,” I say to him. “In addition to the fact that I’m sixteen years old I have a boyfriend back home.”
The look on his face is priceless. A mix between shock and panic.
“So thanks for the drink but it’s best if you just scamper off and hit on someone legal,” I say.
“When do you turn eighteen? I am a very patient man,” he says.
“Well I’m not a patient woman. I told you I am underage and unavailabl
