Dreams Do Come True

Carmen

A/N: English is in brackets and sorry to all those french speakers since sometimes I might be using Google translate since I am not that good with french. By the way any phone numbers I put in my book are fake so don't try to dial them ;)

"Merci!(Thank you!)"

"De rien.(You're welcome)"

The customer walks off and out the door. And no, I didn't decide to be like this, but here I am. Serving as a waitress at my own bakery in France. I grab some coffee and walk over to the front door, flipping the open sign to close. Just as I was walking back to enjoy my hot coffee I hear the sound of the doorbell at the door. DING DONG! Another customer stumbled in.

"Excusez moi mais nous sommes pas ouvertes.(Excuse me but we are not open.)" I look over to the door with a perplexed look on my face. I had forgotten to lock the door.

I shift my gaze and see the new visitor. He was hunched over and he looked broken and bedraggled. He had brown hair with some stubble. Judging by the way he looked he might have been eighteen to twenty. He didn't even seem to notice me as he walked toward to sit at one of the seats by the window. He ran a finger over the fog on the window, a frown on his face.

"Est-ce-que vous êtes d'accord?( are you ok?)" I murmur approaching the stranger. He let out a long sigh.

"Non...(No...)"

"Eum.. Voulez-vous quelque chose?( Do you want anything?)" I ask.

"Non..(no...)" He mutters again. I guess he wasn't feeling very well. Maybe a breakup or maybe even something to do with a friend of his . I walk over and sit next to him, placing my coffee mug on the wooden table.

"Hé... Qu'est qui c'est arrivé?( what happened?)" I ask him calmly.

"Mon ami m'aimes plus. (my friend doesn't like me anymore)" He answers. "I mean it's not a big deal." He transfers to english. Luckily I took english classes back in highschool so I could understand him.

"Hey... It's ok. It happens sometimes." I respond with a slight french accent. He looks over at me suprised.

"I didn't know that you spoke english..." He says. I smile at him.

"Well few people do."

" My name is Vincent." Wait a second... Vincent. I knew he looked similar!

"THE Vincent! You're a6d? Like the youtuber!"He blushes shyly.

"Yeah."

"Cool. I've been watching a lot of your youtube and I heard about Zak. Is that why..." I ramble on.

"Yeah..." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. "It was an accident but Zak won't forgive me... I don't know what to do."

"Well maybe you could talk to him."

"I can't he's blocked me on everything!" Vincent says.

"Well... I'm sorry. I don't know what to do. I've never really been in a situation like that..." I mutter. "W-well maybe we can go get some coffee sometime!"

"That would be great!" Vincent grins and checks his watch. "Well I got to go! See you later!" He hands me a folded up piece of paper. Probably a phone number. I look up and watch him exiting the door. I felt good. I had helped someone today. I smile and grab my now cold coffee, placing it on the the kitchen counter. I grab a mop and start mopping up all the coffee spills and sprinkles from pastry's.

"Right!" I say, remembering the door. I hurry over and lock the door of the bakery. That way no one else could intrude. I smile, and get back to work.