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.

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

to meet at this bar not too far from

quickly learned was

guy on the phone, but as soon as we met that night, all

to say, it

naive going into this date thinking that ms nA im his it wouldn’t go this

France famous for? No, not the French

about

was more than an

and French people were

that French men

masculine French men in the city, but I

tended to embrace their feminine side more openly than guys in

men showing their feminine side were often considered

guys were more vocal about their love

forward or mushy, they only did

their uninvited tongue down my throat did not

okay, no, sorry, I don't think this

pushed Olivier

in confusion as I gathered my purse and stood up

"Something wrong?"he asked.

smiled politely at him and said,

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

like walking home alone, so I decided to get an

in front of the bar, when suddenly a tall guy in messy dirty

"Tough night, eh?"he greeted.

"Excuse me?"

you inside.From the looks of it, you could use some of this,"he lent out a pack of cigarettes to me, and I shook

I’m good,

"You are an American?"

"Yes,"

state are

"Georgia originally,"

from Tennessee.Because

"Only ten I see?"

I laughed drily.

and we laughed at

guy, his English was pretty good even though his accent was

"What's your name?"he asked.

"Emma,"

meet you, Emma.I’m Elliott Jacques,"he put his hand

was about to pull away, however,

tension in

what do you for

third year of college.I'm on an exchange program,"I said, sounding as

mistake.I thought you

"Why?"

my eyes

I look

but

"Are you always this...cheesy?"

the one who's made of

"What?"

you're looking Gouda tonight!"he

"Stop!"

my eyes

can keep going all

both said this

and we smiled appreciatively at each other’s

was a weird moment, like we

in front of

ride, I have

"Wait, before you go,"

if you want me to take you out to dinner.Just smile

funny

to respond to that, so

the end of that night, I did agree on getting dinner with him

bar, I hadn't been on a proper date

a date

time I

surprisingly a very

we got dinner at this romantic restaurant by

found out that he was actually a

took a walk along the river after dinner

could hold my hand and I let

asking to

I went to the Carnavalet Museum and took a walk around

to the garden, so

I confronted him about it, he calmly

kiss

garden

a short, sweet

a feeling I wouldn't forget it

date, we took

a castle, historical towns, vineyards,

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

on the lips, parting my mouth open with the tip

very smooth

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