I have never fallen in love before, nobody touched me so far. Swedish of origin, I passed my baccalaureate and I came to the south of France to be a young girl in the peer in a French family. I meet other babysitters with whom I often go out in the same not very luxurious nightclub and which lets everyone enter, regardless of the clothing level.
In the background, there is commercial music, the tubes that make people dance. I go down the staircase of the nightclub, and I see the bar. He is behind, server, tall, muscular, brown. He also saw me I think, but he doesn’t speak to me. As usual, we end the evening around 4 am. I say to one of my evening friends I like. She is a little surprised, I never told her about a boy who attracted me.
We return every weekend in this nightclub, but it remains remote and cold. The first time he talks to me is to offer us to drink: “Here are glasses for you.” After, he asks me where I come from, what I listen to as music, what I have done before in the evening. I ask him questions, but he doesn’t answer me. Another day, he asks me for my number. I’m happy, but not sure to please him because he’s weird.
A week later, again the nightclub, I pass him, behind his bar, but I don’t know, I don’t understand why he still didn’t call me. Finally, the next day, he wrote to me: “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to lunch with me tomorrow?” I answer yes right away, but I don’t want to get me where I live, He is a server in a bar, you never know, I am wary. We meet in downtown Aix-en-Provence, in an Asian restaurant not really chic, but not fast food either. I eat quickly, full of sushi. He helps me with the chopsticks and tells me that he has never seen a girl eat more than him. I always like it but it is very secret, it is a little destabilizing, it does not inspire too much confidence, someone who does not speak of his private life.
He takes me by car in front of my house. I’m a little uncomfortable in the cabin, I don’t know if you have to kiss or not. I do nothing, and when I got off, he calls out to me: “Not even a little kiss?” When I call my girlfriend to tell her. I have no idea if we are going to see each other again or not, but I immediately receive a message from him. Then, we see each other every day, we walk, we eat sushi, we get to know, until this afternoon on the edge of a dam where we kiss.
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