"Bonjour. Tu parle anglais?" (O/O Romance rp)

A little French foreign exchange student has some trouble adjusting to life in the US until she meets this guy…

Oh My God I Actually Speak French

Awesome!

Uhm. Do You Want To?

Yeah!

Cool! Do You Need A Template, Or Shall We Just Go From Here?

(I was thinking no template for this one, because they're just meeting. If we do a template, it would be small. Name, age, gender, appearance, personality, would be it.)

right.))

(It's up to you - yay or nay for a template.)

nay. You start?))

(Sure!)

Fleur hugged her books tightly to her chest, looking wide-eyed and innocent. There was a map of the school on top of her books, but she looked totally lost.

aHa
flower))

"Oi."
A Slim Boy With Dark Eyes came Up To Her. "Lost?"

"Oui. I mean…" She thought for a moment. "Yes."

He Smirked Softly. "Tu Parle Francais?.."

She sighed with relief. "Oui! Mon anglais… c'est comme ce comme ca."

He Laughed, Then Extended A Pale Hand. "Grayeisle."

She smiled happily and said her name with a thick French accent. "Fleur."

(I just got to French class, lol)

(lmao)

He Pronounced The gr The Same Way One Would Pronounce Gris.

She cleared her throat and tried English. "I am lost," she said with her accent, pointing at the map. "Room two thirty?"

He Nodded. "er-.. Quelle Classe?"

"Mathématiques," she said with a soft smile.