Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

Chapter 91: Parisian Romance 

EMMA’s POV : For the first time in eight months, I typed his name into a google search.

A few things came up.

There was an article in The New Yorker about the gallery’s grand opening.

The article praised the exhibition, calling it a creative space for international contemporary art lovers.

There was also a picture of lan and Ally, standing together in front of the gallery with Mayor de Blasio.

They were smiling from ear to ear.

They sure made a great looking couple.

That was painful to see.

The article even called them ' the power duo’, New York's hottest art lovers.

I put my phone down and immediately regretted my decision.

I should have never googled an ex.

Ever.

But I was stubborn.

After my friends went back to the States, I was alone in my apartment again and I was forced to deal with my feelings.

There were still a few days left in the holiday, so I had no excuse to be busy with school or the internship.

In my desperate, boredom stage, I ended up googling his name again.

This time, I found Ally’s social media page.

lan had deleted his Instagram profile ages ago, right around when we started dating.

He wanted to keep himself and his activities hidden from the world.

He also never liked the idea of social media in the first place.

But finding Ally’s Instagram page was like finding a land mine.

Her page was filled with pictures of her and lan.

Ian looked...great, of course.

His hair was longer and his jaw was scruffier.

He wore a lot of suits now and he looked amazing in them.

His tattoos would peak out of his collar and I remembered how much I enjoyed running my fingers through his inked skin.

Ugh! I need to stop! We just entered a new year and this year my resolution was to stop pining over my long lost love.

Stalking his girlfriend’s instagram page wasn't gonna help my case.

I threw my stupid phone on the bed groaned into a pillow.

I'm so pathetic! I can’t keep living like this! I have to do something! Suddenly, I was hit with an idea.

I grabbed my phone again and stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds.

Not wanting to overthink things anymore, my finger tapped the screen several times and I got right to work.

This was probably not one of my brightest moments.

I just download Tinder.

For a while, all I did in that app was swipe people.

Swiping left, swiping right, it was just something to entertain myself.

I wasn’t in any mood to find love, especially not on Tinder in a foreign land.

I was just bored, honestly.

And looking at these guys’ faces on my screen was a safe way to remind myself that there are other people out there.

There could still be a future for me after lan Hayes.

Sometimes the guys I matched with would send me messages and they could be flattering.

They were a great confidence boost, and I would leave it at that.

But some days when I got super bored, I ended up replying to their messages.

I didn't think of much of it.

I only downloaded the app for fun anyway.

But after talking to several guys for a few weeks, the idea of meeting one of them seemed enticing.

"I don’t have to marry the guy, I’m just looking for friends,"

I said to myself.

So one day in early March, I agreed to go on a date with this guy, Olivier.

like a sweet guy with beautiful eyes, and we bonded over our love

meet at this bar not too far from

about online dating that I quickly learned was that

he seemed like a genuine guy on the phone, but as soon as we met that night, all

it

going into this date thinking that ms

for? No, not the French fries, they were

talking about the French

in France was more than an

and French people were

that French men were

masculine French men in the

side more openly than guys in

their feminine side were often considered gay

vocal about their

about being too forward or mushy, they only did what they

my throat did

no, sorry, I don't

said as I pushed Olivier by his

confusion as I gathered

"Something wrong?"he asked.

have to ask, I don’t even know where to begin.I smiled politely at him and said, "Sorry, I'm just not

waiting for him to say another word, I turned to my heels and walked out of the

feel like walking home alone,

my Uber in front of the bar, when suddenly a tall guy in

"Tough night, eh?"he greeted.

"Excuse me?"

use some of this,"he lent out a pack of

I’m good,

"You are an American?"

"Yes,"

are you

"Georgia originally,"

you're from

"Only ten I see?"

I laughed drily.

we laughed at the lameness

was pretty good even though his accent was

"What's your name?"he asked.

"Emma,"

put his hand out to me and I took it

away, however, he held

was tension in the

from being drop-dead gorgeous, what do you for a living?"he

third year of college.I'm on an

thought you are

"Why?"

narrowed my

look at you,

couldn’t help but laugh

"Are you always this...cheesy?"

the one

"What?"

you're looking

"Stop!"

rolled my

can keep

said,"we both said this

met again and we smiled appreciatively at

weird moment, like we both somehow clicked

Uber pulled up in front of the

my ride, I have

"Wait, before you go,"

if you want me to take you

was funny yet

respond to that, so I just said, "You're

on getting dinner with him and he did

been on a

really count that as going on a date since we mostly stayed in his apartment and made

last time I went out on

a very sweet

got dinner at

dinner, I found out that he was actually a

the river

he could hold my hand and I

year old guy asking to hold my hand instead of

to the Carnavalet

to the garden, so the place looked

him about it, he calmly responded with, "I keep looking at your because it’s so beautiful and I want to

did kiss

the garden

just a short,

had a feeling I wouldn't forget it

date, we took a day trip

beautiful area with a castle, historical towns, vineyards, and

a wine tasting in the vineyard and Elliott kept raving about this glass

the lips, parting my mouth open with the

very smooth

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