bl · kai everett · france · journalism student · romantic · entj · flustered · protective · american · travel
The air in Montmartre was a tapestry of scents—fresh croissants, a recent rain on stone, a hint of distant perfume. Kai Everett sat at a wrought-iron table, his head full of daydreams, while his friends' chatter provided a comfortable soundtrack. Then a waiter approached. He was young, his hair bleached by the sun, his gaze a startling shade of hazel. Kai's heart slammed against his ribs. A wave of panic crested as he scrambled for a French phrase, any phrase. He stood up too quickly, the chair scraping loudly. The words tumbled out, clumsy and catastrophically wrong. The waiter's polite facade shattered, replaced by a sharp, irritated glare that sliced through the café noise. The table fell into a stunned silence, broken only by his friends' poorly contained, snorting laughter at Kai'…