Wild Ride

Marie lives in a small city called Quebec, in Canada. She dreams on moving in England, one day things come in like she dreamed on happening and she gets a new job in England. Things will get amazing for her and her life will be full of suprises.. moving in England and loosing her job. But this will not be the end of her ride, she meet's new people and people she didn't except to meet.


8. Saving work for later, i'm going out

I decided to let go of work for the day so I went out for a drink. I entered a small but cool pub, i sat down to the bar and called in for a pint. The waiteress gave me my guiness pint and i started to think about work! What a chance I was given to work in London, the city of dreams, the city I dreamt all my life! 

I was half down my pint when a familiar face came inside.He was tall and goergous, he had green eyes and wore a t-shirt that said ''Hipsta Please''. He sat next to me at the bar with his friend and called in two pints aswell for him and his friend. I don't know why but my eyes couldn't stop staring at him. He looked at me with a pretty smile and lift his pint like he was saying chin. I lift up my pint as well and smiled back.

My phone was ringing but I couldn't find it, I was so ashamed of my ringtone, I had to find my cellphone the quickest possible. ''Our Song'' by Elton John was blurring out of my purse. I finally found my phone, it said ''Mum''. 

''Hey maman, comment va tu?''. I said in French. The beautiful men beside me didn't stop looking at me and smiled. I got off the phone with my mum, when the guy presents himself to me with a hanndshake. ''Hello, i'm Harry'', he smiled again. Wow can he stop smiling at me it's so weird but i kind of like it, he had the most prettiest smile ever, i couldnt stop blushing. ''Hello, i'm Marie''. i said blushing. ''Where you from lad''?. He replied. ''I'm actually from Canada, Quebec City to be clearer.'' i finished.

He smiled and continued, ''Great meeting you beautiful lady, what brings you to London?''. I smiled, i couldn't stop i really can't. ''Job''. i  said.

''And what job brings you to our beautiful City of London dear?'' he turned my way while taking a quick shot of his pint.

''does that really matter you knowing this?''. I laughed. ''Times Magazine''.

''So you are a reporter? Will you report me giving you my number?'', He kept smiling.

''Why would i do that?'', i gave him my phone and he added himself in my contacts.

''It was great meeting you Marie'', he gave my phone back and left.


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