Chapter 50

The little bar is bustling, and Arrick has me in the safe space of his arms at the bar so I don’t get crushed by the people pushing in and out. He is talking to the bartender over my head as I try to listen over the noise and feel like maybe this was not the best idea I ever had.

He’s speaking French., I have no clue what he orders for us, but he knows what I like, so I leave him to it. This is the second place we have been tonight after our meal in a restaurant down the street. We left when many students came in and started pushing each other around merrily, obviously a little worse for wear. I could tell by Arrick’s demeanor and how close they kept coming to me that he would be bristling for a fight if they got any nearer and suggested we find a bar to move to. This one isn’t much better as we are in the trendy part of Paris where all the clubs are super busy and not the small quiet, cozy nook I envisioned when I suggested this.

I’m tired, a little lightheaded from the