Chapter Two

Dara never goes through with serious plans in her life. She has never had the motivation to do anything that may drastically change the way she lives. This time was different. She was sick of being the go-to person for her friends, and yet never having a go-to person for herself. That was enough to make her pack her bags, quit her job, leave her friends and move to Paris, la ville de l'amour. She thought countless times that this would be the biggest mistake of her life. She was leaving an amazing job, decent friends and a life that she once loved. But that was where it ended. She didn't love it anymore. So she left.

When her mother was alive, she had always talked about Paris, how it was the most beautiful city to be placed on a postcard. The famous skyline was all that her mother ever saw of Paris, and yet it was enough to convince her that it was the only place to be. Having this told to her as a child, Dara grew up wanted her father to be relocated in Paris. This never happened. When her mother died, so did the dream of Paris and she continued her life in downtown New York City. Having abandoned everything that she once knew, Europe seemed to be the best place for a fresh start.

The plane ride was uneventful. She sat by a man named Mike. He was coming back from his vacation and wanted to stop in Paris before driving to London. He was forgettable. She was sure that he didn't mean to be; actually she was pretty sure that he was hitting on her, but she soon forgot. He started talking about his friend. Telling her about his crazy life style and how he needed someone in his life to settle him down. So began his life story. Dara was used to this. Everyone she ever knew started off by telling her everything about them wanting her just to listen and give a random nod.

"He's actually rather repulsive," he laughed. "I mean, he's a drunk. Tell me Dara, who finds a drunk attractive?"

"I don't know, I guess it depends on-"

"I know he's my best mate and all, but he drinks all the time and girls still hang off of him. I mean, look at me! I drink on the occasion, but never in copious amounts, and I'm single. Sorry what were you saying?"

"Oh, nothing, never mind."

"Say Dara, speaking of single-" The captain came over the speaker and the seat belt sign flashed, "there's nothing for you in Paris, come to London with me."

She looked at him. His cold brown eyes brimming with hope.

"No."

And she faced forward as they began to land.

Jeff hated traveling. He always thought it was the most impractical thing anyone could ever do. The idea of leaving your home to go visit some strange and distant land baffled him to all ends. So when Mike brought up the idea of Jeff meeting him in Paris, it was shot down without a second thought. When Mike left on his American vacation, Jeff was left to wallow and morn the loss of a brother for two weeks. Mike was soon forgotten after a night at the Pub.

He was in love.

He was seventeen.

Her name was Lauren.

She was the love of his life. Lauren was beautiful, a classic beauty that was unforgettable; Jeff's High School sweetheart. Lauren was eighteen when she left for school. He would wait for her. Two years later she came back with a ring and a fiancé, Eric.

Jeff hated traveling.

So when Mike saw Jeff holding up a sign that said 'Dip shit' when he got off the plane, he was truly surprised. That girl, Dara, she was somewhere in the crowd behind him. He would never forget a girl like that. She was unforgettable; he would pick her out in a crowd anywhere. This is partly the reason why Mike decided to stay in Paris for a week or so, it's not that big of a city and surely one unforgettable girl will not be too hard to find. She was the type of girl he could settle down with; set a good example for Jeff.

"What do you think about staying here for a little while?"

Jeff looked away from the road and right at his brother. He smiled, turning his attention back to the traffic.

"So you found yourself a girl."