Bonjour! Crepes mademoiselle?” The kebab-guy smiled
wide when we decided to go to his shop and order breakfast. Pancakes with
nutella. I’m so healthy. “Where are you from? Russia?”
I shook my head.
“Korea?” I laughed. “Norvege,” I said and he smiled. “And
do you like Paris?” He liked to small talk. “I love Paris,” I said.
“Then I love you!” I laughed more. Speechless.
“Does Norway love me?”
“Sure!” And then a high-five. The food was delicious
and when we went to pay he said: “You’re very beautiful. Do you have a
boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“Awwwf.” His face went sad, then he lit up again. “You
can marry me!” And then there were a whole lot of kidding about him coming home
with us and so on and then we left Paris for the eight time. And the last time
in a long time. Depressing times.
-Mari Clémentine
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