Paris. City of Love. Yuri should’ve known that before sending her there. Yoona was heartbroken, now she had to look at lovey dovey couples everywhere she went. It might be annoying, but at least she was away from all that mess. Boarding the plane was alright, but the flight over was terrible. Airplane food wasn’t how she would imagine what it would be. The guy sitting by her was such a talker, and the girl behind her snore so much. She forgotten to bring a sweater, so she nearly froze to death. The only good thing was the window seat, or half a window seat.    Stepping outside the airport, there was a breeze that blew on her face. A cool breeze calming down her nerves as she called a Taxi. Paris seemed to be a challenge for her, french isn’t her strongest language and she knew broken english. She braced herself for future challenges. She waved over a Taxi, and got in it with her luggage.    “Where are you going?”, The man asked her in english.   “Champs elysees hotel”, She said smiling her best, hoping she said it right.   She arrived at the hotel, it was more fancier than she thought it would be. Perhaps Yuri did her a favor? Yoona dragged her luggage behind her as she entered the enormous hotel. Smiling to herself, she was ready to start anew. A employee assisted her to the front desk where they gave her her key card. Communication was a bit difficult with the employee, but she was able to decipher simple requests they asked for. Thanking them quickly, she went up the elevator to the 7th floor where her room resided.    Stopping at the 7th floor, the hallways seemed to be filled with chandeliers, vases full of fresh flowers, and all fancy sorts. She walked through the brightly lit hallways, looking for her room number which was 712.   “712.”, She repeated,”Oh here it is.”   She came to the door, sliding her keycard in. It opened, and she dragged her luggage inside. Her room was jaw dropping beautiful. The bed was HUGE and there was even a walk-in closet. The TV was placed right by the bed, and the shower was even upgraded as well. She looked around with amazement, speechless.   Speechless.   Dumbstruck until she saw luggage that was definetly not hers as she opened the door to the living room.   There was a guy sitting on the couch, flipping through the channel. You could tell he was mostly used to this life or he was really bored. Yoona began to scream… it was an unknown stranger in her hotel room. The guy stood up automatically, bumping his hand on the coffee table. Around this point, you would think why Yoona would start to ask why he was in there, but no. She wanted to run out and scream bloody murder to why a stranger was in her room.    “Hello. Who are you?”, He asked her, alarmed as he could be.    But she couldn’t understand his french. She shook her head, throwing an x sign with her fingers.   “You…are…no..here.”, She said in her best english.   He shook her head,”What do you mean?”   “Ugh, how do I explain this?”, She muttered to herself.    Right! She could report to the manager. With her chin held high and her quivering heart, she went down to the manager. The elevator went down as fast as it could.   “Hello. Miss.”, He asked her presently a friendly smile.   “I need a new room. I think you accidentally gave me a roommate.”, She said slamming her fist on the table.   The manager was frightened for a bit, and checked the computer. He nodded, knitted his eyebrows together, and gave Yoona his full attention. She smiled awkwardly, and tried to look at the computer, but it was in French.    “I found the problem.”, He coughed, a bit embarrassed of the situation given to him.   “Will I get a new—“   “No,” He interrupted,”It was set this way. We are popular and we had to move some people into others. But don’t worry you guys don’t have to interact, I mean you guys have separate bedrooms.”   Nodding carefully, she accepted it. But how was she going to live with a french guy who knew better english than her? He might curse her out and she wouldn’t notice. Perhaps that’s for the best? She thanked the man, and went back up to her room where she sees her room