I'm just a 21 year-old Foreign Exchange student from the U.S. I chose France for its cuisine, and for the fact that every night around sunset all of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen came out in their sleek thousand-dollar dresses.
There is a little café near the Louvre I like to go to; they always get my expresso just right. I sit down outside with my drink, watching the pigeons walk on the ground in flocks and men standing with miniature Eiffel Towers hanging from their arms.
Usually around sunset is when the beautiful women in dresses come out. But then, I see her. Long red dress, flowing black hair, a stride that could kill. Then it hits me. That's Gal Gadot! She is even more beautiful in person. The movies don't do her justice.
Although, something is off. She is walking straight toward me. Then I get a closer look at her face. She seems happy-joyous, even; her long legs splitting the bottom of her designer dress. She walks right past me and into the cafe.
But before she completely passes me, she looks right at me and smiles. Then she walks past and into the cafe. Did that just happen, or is my mind just playing games with me? I sit there thinking about what just happened.
Maybe I'm making this out to be more than it is. A few minutes later I hear the clicking of heels behind me. I know it's her. Then I see a motion of red swing past me and sit down at the next table to my right.
I can see her out of the corner of my eye. She is sitting facing me. Then I think, You have a world famous model sitting right next to you, and you ain't going to talk to her? What's the worst that could happen, she walks off? I turn to face her and her beauty almost makes me go into a trance.
I open my mouth and say, "you are even more beautiful than I ever imagined."
She smiles and looks back at her coffee and says, "You're not too bad looking, yourself."
Those words make my heart race. One of her long legs crosses over the other one. She looks back up at me with a smile on her face. "What's the special occasion?"
"Oh nothing; just was about to go on a date, but the guy blew me off."
"Then, why are you happy? And, might I add, what guy would blow you off? You are by far one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen."
I see her blush slightly, "Oh, my mother set me up with a guy I really didn't like. And, thanks."
She brushes her hair out of her face and I say, "I would ask you out for coffee but..."
"Thank you very much. You can still ask me, I'll just move over to your table."
"Would you?"
"I would love that."
She gets up and slowly moves over to my table. She then pulls out a chair and sits down next to me. She is wearing a lovely perfume.
"So, what brings you to this lovely city?"
"I'm here on vacation, unwinding if you will."
"That's nice."
"Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking? I can hear a slight Southern United States drawl in your tongue."
"I'm from a small town in Georgia, just south of Atlanta."
"Thought so, you're very sweet. Would you like to go to lunch with me, if you've got time?"
"Ms. Gadot, it would be my genuine pleasure to go to lunch with you. Only one problem."
"Yes, what is that?"
"I'm not dressed appropriately."
"How about this: you go home, change, clean up, and I'll pick you up at 1:30. Here, write down where you live."