“Tell me about it! I mean, I like love the magic of New York and the quaintness of Lima, but something about cute boys with accents and not eating pizza every night? It’s ah-mazing!” Margot gushed. It wasn’t often someone, especially in Lima, could share the same conversation topics that she liked to focus on. Namely, foreign boys. “Wow! C’est amusant! Paris is, ugh, un rêve!” The brunette enthused. “My god, you’ll have to move back! Paris is just so magical, you gotta get out of Lima. I won’t let you get stuck here,” Margot said. “So, what do you do? You said it was like, for work.”
“my gosh - yes! and the wine? god the wine was just -” she brought her fingers up to her lips, blowing a chefs kiss in replacement of her words. “ah! oui! paris est vraiment un rêve absolu, n'est-ce pas?” clementine matched the other girls enthusiasm quite easily, a slight grin present on her face. “i know - i know. my family will probably hate me more than they already do for moving away, but it just feels like i was made to be there. i’m in marketing, i went over to help a large company tailor to the american markets, and broaden their reach for consumers.”