A girl cycled past on a red bicycle and a dog jogged with it's tongue lolling behind a tall man on a morning run, but other than that it was quiet on that Saturday morning. One of Jason's favourite things about Paris was how hopeful is seemed, and he breathed it in as he made his way to his favourite cafe. He could begin to smell the bitter scent of Coffee and his spirits fluttered slightly.

Cafe Avion sat on a corner next to the road, it's umbrellas and tables just having been set out in the morning sunshine. He chose a table on the corner of the cobbled street and closed his eyes, after asking a friendly waiter for a black coffee.

A chair scraped and he opened his eyes to see a women sitting opposite him. His eyes widened in surprise but he quickly recovered, straightening in his chair.

"Rosie Faire. Im on the run." she stated. His mouth opened but no sound came out.

"Do you live near here? Can I go there?" She spoke as if she was asking him about the weather in her lilting, British accent. Again he wasn't sure how to respond.

"You're mute. My apologies. Well, I guess the danger of you tipping anyone off is averted." She grinned and then stopped abruptly.

"Sorry, that was rude." 

She nodded her head as she spoke and her red curls bounced. She had a heart shaped face and a little dimpled chin. Her eyes were large and her manner confident. She was dressed in denim shorts and a billowy green top which seemed to young for her abruptness. 

"I'm not mute. I'm just not entirely certain what the right thing to say is in this situation." He told her. 

21/03/15 - Skyla