Serina 'Rina' Thyssen
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Twin
Figure Skater | Olympian
Shine bright like a diamond
Korean Born, London Bound, Paris Based.
Sometimes burrowed in Canada
Goals/Desires: Her present goal is to be the most decorated figure skater in the world. With four golds in both the Grand Prix Final and Worlds, she wants to solidify her mark with a fifth gold sweeping each competition to competition. Her desire is to branch out into hosting more televised events, she may also eventually consider being a mentor under her current coaches team, she wants to see more women of color succeeding and dominating in figure skating (and well, every other sector of the world). Her main desire right now is find what home might look like for her now. She’s used to be shipped away to different hotels and rentals but would love to land somewhere steady that she can always call home.
Fears: Losing Willa, being horrifically injured and ending her career before she’s ready to end it, spiders, ghosts and demons, lemon water (there’s a very specific story for this)
Hobbies: Listening to True Crime Podcasts, reading horror novels and manga, collecting records, collecting designer bags and accessories, yoga, tai-chi, and as of recently she’s taken up tango dancing.
Likes & Dislikes:
Likes - Diamonds, Silk, Oatmilk, Korean Food, Perfumes, Shiny Objects, Performing on the ice, Trap Music, Assorted pastries, Milk Bread, Boba Tea, Sunflowers, the smell of rain, the chill of ice, mastering new jumps on the first try.
Dislikes - Invasion of privacy, Useless Gossip, Elitists, Green Tea, Megaphones, Pineapple on pizza, Moscow Mules.
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
FAMILY
Parents: Otto Thyssen and Jin Eun Jo
Sibling(s): Willa Thyssen (Identical Twin)
Pet(s): Binna (Ragdoll Cat)
POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS:
Drunk Friends (aka two people who do not spend time together sober but get along only when drunk) (0/2) - Very self explanatory. On the off season, Serina lets get of any strict disciplines and gives in to her inhibitions. When she’s had one too many, there is no filter and whoever may be in the eye of that storm gets to handle it with ease and a side of fun. Overall it’s a fun time, but when things are less cloudy, she will be very confused and a bit bashful about any of the events that’s occurred.
Flirtationship (0/1) - The only reason why these two aren’t committed to being committed to each other is the fact that they’re literally water and oil for each other. That’s what makes the art of flirting so much more fun though because at least half of what it takes to make a connection really spark is there. The rest of it? Not so much. Regardless, Serina is glad to have their friendship but will expect at least three compliments the moment they step towards her and she’ll relay the same to them, it’s only fair.
Jetset Life Friend (0/1) - Time to flee Paris for a few hours? This is the person that she calls who isn’t her sister. Travel is a huge part of Serina’s identity but she’s always gone for work rather than leisure. With a private jet waiting and with whatever Pinterest or Instagram has sparked inspiration for, Serina and this friend will go procure the exact experience from said inspiration. There’s nothing too off-cuff that she won’t travel for with them.
Luxury Dating App Match (0/3) - Serina downloaded this app as a joke and found that it’s far more useful for business connections. Regardless, there is something to be said about two souls in the limelight or at least close to the light trying to find connection. It could lead to something serious, something diplomatic, or something truly bizarre.
Once enemies, now frenemies (0/1) - No one is really sure what happened to begin with to make these two go after each other’s throats, but whatever it was, Serina never hesitated to have her security team attempt to toss this person out from any vicinity she might have been in, or simply engaged in a glaring match. The other thing they’re not too sure about either is when they started to mend the bridge, or at least something that looks like that. Serina isn’t attached to the hip with this person but she would like to know what it was she did to be seen as a threat to them.
Other Celebrity Influencers/Models - In Serina’s career, she’s been humbled enough to garner endorsements and plenty of PR opportunities. She’s met with and worked with plenty in the game in and out of the ice skating world. From beauty products to video games, to home improvement items, and any other product imaginable, she’s not known to turn down a collab and is always open to them, within reason.
Shopping Buddy (0/1) - Though solitude and window shopping might seem like a great time, Serina is the type of shopper who needs to plan out full days figuring out which part of town to go to, what stores she wants to go to, and what she wants (or rather needs) to grab. This person will gladly come along with their own list, and while they’re whipping our euros and spending with reckless abandon, all they can do is marvel at how much they can carry and then enjoy their spoils together.
Super Fan Turned Confidante (0/1) - It started with a tweet of admiration that happened to catch Serina’s eye and she replied back with honor and light back. From there, she would continue to catch them on her feed, thanking them for their support, eventually sending merch from her team, and somehow slowly messaging and really getting to know each other. The lines of fan versus idol slowly begin to taper off with Serina saying that they can be on equal ground because she also supports the person in their endeavors with the full intention of knowing they’ll succeed. Overall it’s a wholesome happenstance.
Unlikely Friends (0/3) - Whether it be from their lifestyles, their upbringing, their industry, or even their ages, people aren’t really sure how they get along with each other but Serina will always light up with glee any time she hears from this person. They may be complete opposites or maybe they may not fit the mold as a person that would be in Serina’s circle, but she will always advocate for their place in her life, cause what’s life without an eclectic group of friends?
Margo snorted, a smile akin to exasperation and interest splitting across her face. “I guess you’re right about that. Touché.” She had personally never truly feared doing anything, her parents would never allow such a thing. Whatever she set her mind to, she did, and she did it well., Though most of her motivation was because she feared her parents’ disappointment. That outweighed whatever superficial fear that she might have entertained. The woman took the glass the bartender offered at the other’s request, raising it slightly. “Thank you.” She said, quickly taking a sip. She sighed heavily, her jaw fixed tightly as she recounted the details of her date. “I think it would be easier to tell you what red flags they didn’t have. Obliviousness is definitely top five though.”
For a city that had been so well documented as a romantic destination, Serina couldn’t help but feel slighted by no longer having those rose-colored glasses, at least not as much as she used to. “That bad?” Serina bantered back, shaking her head at how incredibly bleak it seemed that there didn’t seem to be a decent bachelor or bachelorette running around somewhere. “As much as I’d like to say the usual sentiments, I don’t want to be responsible for giving someone a sense of false hope,” She quipped, before she ordered the pair another round. “Oblivious?” She questioned then, “Manners wise or just realizing they might have messed with a good opportunity with you?”
What did it have to do with her? Nothing, if Mallory could take the time to see through her blinding rage. But it never been her strong suit. No, instead, she’d pin the blame of the weight she had put on her own shoulders on Serina instead. It was easier than facing the facts: She was a washed up nobody. She was only discernible by her mistake, and not even by name alone. She was ‘the incident’ on the French Gymnastics team. A disaster among the greatest of Olympic disasters. Her legacy would always be a televised mistake while Serina’s was taking home the gold.
Though, despite all that, something told Mallory she wasn’t all that sorry to hear about her injury. Taking a deep breath, she tried to keep her wits about her as she shrugged. “Nothing that concerns you.” The tension in the air could be cut with a knife, though one sided despite Mallory’s antagonistic efforts. She followed Serina with her eyes, shrugging. “I enjoy being discontent.” Eying her for a second longer, Mallory posed the question, “Do you still skate?” The question, while seemingly simple, held a deeper weight for Mallory.
Cocking her head to the side, Serina could feel what was such a small pocket of peace escaping her being as the tension continued to cut through the space. Mallory’s eyes seemed to glare into her as if she were the key to erasing her failures, or at least that’s what it seemed to be. So she hadn’t competed, she hadn’t made podium, in a way, the skater almost envied the woman’s ability to know what life was like without the pressure and having to be the standard in a realm where the standards changed quicker than she could blink. But that was neither here nor there, no, she couldn’t explain it to this stranger, especially not when she was being glowered at. “You’ve made that evidently clear,” Serina said with a shrug. “But don’t say I never gave you a way out.”
She could have brushed past the woman, but if Mallory were intent on keeping locked in conversation to talk about their stark differences? Then so be it. “Yes, yes I do. I just came out from a competition in December. Gold.” She began with a saccharine smile. The years of wear and tear on her joints though were starting to become clearer by the day. Serina had a team that could help her get wrapped up as best as she could, but at the end of the day, the tell-tale sign of her days soon being numbered were drawing closer. Still, she kept a poker face, “I’ll be training again late Spring, right here in Paris. And you? Do you host classes now for children?”
She wouldn’t say she was in a state of denial. No, to admit that would be admitting that she had an issue. And sure, no one person was without issues, but as far as Serina was concerned, her only primary issue was how homesick she could get for her family, her sister especially. Truth be told, she’d never acted on seeking a facility that catered to emotional well being, but there was a first for everything, wasn’t there? Guarded by two security men who shielded her from any wandering eyes as she entered the building, the skater who had been sporting new designer sunglasses, took them off to greet the receptionist. She’d heard Vernier was one of the best in the city, so of course she had to be seen by one of the best. Being escorted into the room, she waited patiently, until the man appeared and just like that, she turned on the charm. “Hi, you must be Leon. Serina Thyssen,” She began, extending her hand to him. “Thank you for agreeing to take me on, I’m not really sure how this works so I look forward to your guidance.”
Sanchit grinned. “Pretty good,” they said. “Though I almost always carry an umbrella. I used to have one of those super tiny ones, that you can put in your jacket’s pocket. Just in case it would rain,” they paused. “Which it does a lot in the Netherlands, so I would always be prepared.” They looked back at the weather, dark clouds passing by. “Serena,” they repeated, slowly, trying to see if they got the right name, probably not, names were the most difficult, words they knew were easy to remember, but names had so many different pronunciations. “I’m Sanchit,” they said in return. “Local umbrella person.”
Serina’s eyes widened at the mention of such a product. An umbrella, tiny enough to fit into a pocket? “Does something like that expand out to a normal size to cover a single person?” She questioned, truly invested in searching for one when everything was said and done. As more droplets poured from the sky, she took in a breath and let the elements take its due course, she supposed the city was due a cleansing, it certainly was beautiful to look out. At the pronunciation of her name, she nodded with a kind smile, “Yep! Rina is fine too.” Upon learning the person’s name, she dipped her head in a tiny bow to say, “Thank you again for your due diligence Sanchit. I’ve been here so many times but always manage to forget how cumbersome the weather can be.”
Scheduled to help out a fellow athlete with penthouse blueprints, Lincoln figured that had likely been the reason why he’d been assigned to the particular project. Even if he’d left that world far behind him, he was looking forward to having something in common with a client to go off of. It of course usually made business dealings all the more easier in his experience. Additionally, as the figure skater set up their meeting at the Mazarin Library, he’d been keen on admiring the architecture of the particular building itself. He never did seem to have enough time in his day to take a closer look at the many landmarks in the city. After all, Paris had never been short of consistent inspiration in his field, and it was likely why he’d stuck around for as long as he had so far.
With his rolled up materials underneath his arm, he took closer glances around once entering the library while awaiting Serina. His head shifted around once hearing a greeting, giving a nod in confirmation. “Serina, of course. Nice to meet you, great idea to come here too.” He complimented. “I have some plans drawn up here for you that we can take a look at.” Lincoln motioned for her to walk first towards a gathering of tables amongst the shelves and shelves of books. “Did you have a good trip?” He asked, knowing she had mentioned about recent travelings by plane in her initial messages.
Pleasantries aside, Serina was thrilled to work with any individuals and contractors alike who showed promise. She was appreciative for Lincoln’s punctuality and organization. It was a wonderful sign for what was to come or at least she hoped it was. The skater had been scorned plenty of times by people who were just hoping to get a moment to secure either a photograph or autograph of her for a loved one who was a fan of hers. It was something she gladly would have given without the ruse, but it was always disappointing having to start from square one. She clapped her hands together in delight nodding at the notion of taking a look at what he’d conjured up. “Absolutely! I can’t wait to see what my words translated to on the blueprint.” She said with a smile. As for the trip?
A decent portion of it she’d spent with an eye mask and noise cancelling headphones over her ears. The flights were never an issue, but there came a point where she would rather tune out the fact she was so high up in the air on a metal craft. “Pleasant,” She began with a shrug. “No matter how many times I’ve taken the flight I think it felt a bit different because I realized this would be for more than just simply business.” It would finally be a chance for her to embody a sense of home. “Now, what are we looking at?”
“Only the absolutely gorgeous ones.” she replied, sending the woman a wink. She happily accepted the drink Serina handed her. Micayla didn’t plan on drinking too much, she had a whole event to oversee, after all. But she did plan on enjoying some downtime for a little bit with her friend. Taking a sip of her drink, she almost chokes on it at Serina’s explanation of her last ‘relationship.’ “You’re kidding, right?? People actually shipped you with someone else? Was it at least a hot person?” Raising a brow, she is fully intrigued. “I’ve never been a fan of Valentine’s, personally. But for Le Rouge’s sake, I’m absolutely thrilled!” She glanced around at the mass of bodies crowding the club. “Who knew heartbreak was just as profitable as love was?”
All things considered and with what the skater had been told was ‘marketable’ it was always usually geared towards human emotion. The greatest emotion always landed on love, the many sectors that could come from it too was a path that one could wind down little by little. For Serina, she’d chosen it in different shades from familial love, romance, pining, and even just once a form of heartbreak. But she never got into the specifics for that, not even with Willa. She giggled softly as she shrugged, “Usually I get shipped with a lot of idols, and then once I’m pretty sure it was troll trying to push odd propaganda for me and Danny Devito.” She shook her head at the thought. As much as she loved sharing her world virtually, there were times where she found herself taking social media sabbaticals for her own peace of mind. “What a better way to heal heartbreak though, then the hottest place in Paris?” Serina said with a grin. “I hope there’s only continuous success for you.”
“Maybe we can do this again sometime?” Margo blinked at him for a moment before she remembered to respond, pushing a smile on to her face. Be nice, Margo, be nice. “Maybe, that’s definitely an idea.” She shot back to the man as he put his jacket on, not making a single effort to follow him. With an awkward wave, he was off, and all niceties and gestures of politeness melted off her expression. She turned to the bartender, tapping her fingers impatiently. “S'il vous plaît! J'ai besoin d'un verre de Pinot Grigio aussi vite que possible. {Please! I need a glass of Pinot Grigio as fast as you can pour.]” She leaned forward on the bar with a heavy sight, only briefly turning her gaze to the person sitting beside her. “Never let someone set you up on a blind date. It’s setting yourself up for failure.”
A day of shopping led Serina to an evening of indulgence. Sitting right at the bar was a rarity for her, but it seemed she was safe to blend into the crowd that filled up Le Comptoir’s space. She had just been reading up on the tapas menu when the woman popped up beside her, ordering a pinot grigio with haste. Eyebrow had raised up until she’d heard the reasoning along with the warning that she should heed and she couldn’t help but giggle. “But if we feared going to things due to failure, how would we ever learn?” Serina bantered back, though looked back to the bartender before she said, “Pour another glass, keep it cold.” She looked back to the woman, “That one will be on me, I’m sorry you had a bad experience, which red flag did they possess?”
Mallory wasn’t sure what had conditioned her to place any sort of anger towards Serina. They were of similar backgrounds, and skill levels. Both head and shoulders above their competition, kids of immigrants who wanted to bring some sort of glory to their home country and the country of their birthright. But, while Mallory laid in a hospital bed, doped up on painkillers that did little to numb the hollow ache in her chest, Serina took the podium. The shining pride of winning gold, the way the announcers cheered for her in a language Mallory did not understand. And, the whole time she was there, waiting to be shipped off to Paris for surgery and recovery, all she could see was what she had lost. Her dreams crushed at the last possible second.
Mallory was seething at this point, Serina’s words flowed with and undercurrent of superiority that mad Mallory’s blood boil. She could have made podium. No, better yet, she would have made podium if the opportunity had been given to her. She couldn’t punch this girl in Keziah’s studio. She’d never hear the end of it if she did. So, instead, she took a deep breath, and tried her best to explain through gritted teeth. “I fell during my dismount in the qualifiers, and tore my ACL. I couldn’t compete.”
Slowly but surely, it was starting to become crystal clear, that perhaps this was a case of misplaced rage. She’d felt a form of empathy towards the woman, she did. Especially once the former gymnast confirmed just why Serina hadn’t see her anywhere near the team or even on podium. The injury itself was something she had been blessed to never know, but every colleague or athlete she’d ever come across who had gone through it had always been irrevocably changed. Some often left the sport never to return again, others came back to coach, and others tried their best to beat the odds and make a comeback. For Mallory, it seemed she’d chosen the first option, leaving just to never return again.
While she wouldn’t prod and poke the bear any further, she kept her arms firmly tucked into the other. “I’m sorry to hear that,” She said simply, generically. “But I still don’t know what that has to do with me.” Gently, she moved past Mallory, making sure not to spare even a brush of their shoulders together for fear of cutting through the tension that so obviously existed between them. “For the record, I always take this slot if you want to avoid me,” Taking a few steps, she turned to face her again. “Or if you want to continue being so discontent.”
Another study of the woman’s appearance this time lingered, partly for the effect of seeming in deep thought. Yet she could see that everything featured on her for tonight was done so with perfect consideration. ❝ Well, few of the looks I’ve glimpsed so far are a marvel of their own, ❞ Amaris begins, letting sit the air of a tease for just a moment. ❝ bien que, I think the venue is big enough to admire every gleam of beauty. ❞ Scrunching her nose lightly with a soft chuckle, she had meant it. Truthfully anyone sat around here and merely with eyes, could take note in the ethereal quality Serina had about her. Fixing the metal strap that held the top of her own scarlet attire, it wasn’t often that she got dolled up, more privy to casual outfits that had elements of chic thrown in. This felt like an occasion that called for it and glancing around, that was certainly the right move. A grin was quick to widen at the compliment, lifting her glass then, she clinked it uttering, ❝ tchin-tchin. ❞ Taking a sip and reveling in the taste of passionfruit and pomegranate, that actually masked the tequila fairly. ❝ Oh I promise you’re in for a treat, while this is the first Valentine’s one I’ve been to, the performances here are beyond, and I believe I heard Miss Fame is supposed to be in the show too. Besides, have I ever let you down before ? ❞ Just as soon as the words left her mouth did a voice echo through the building, signaling things were about to start.
Serina loved to be immersed in anything that had to deal with glitz and glamour, so of course Amaris had hit the nail on the head once again when it came to this excursion. She hummed lightly, taking a sip of the cocktail that the woman had so graciously ordered ahead and yet again she hummed in in complete delight. “Tell me again how you’ve got such a knack for choosing the perfect cocktail for any occasion?” The skater teased. It only took Serina one once over to see Amaris’ attire for her to fully take it in. There seemed to be a stigma for streamers where they could never dress for the occasion and on the few that she had managed to pop in on, she could tell the gamer dressed for comfort, the hours could have varied after all, But tonight in her scarlet attire, she knew that she was showing off for a reason, or perhaps for no reason at all, either way she couldn’t help but cant her head to the side as she asked, “Are you going to gatekeep where you got that fabulous halter from?” She pouted slightly, before lights dimmed, a voice echoing through the space to let them know the show was set to start and in all their dazzling glory did Serina find herself whooping in delight as each Queen took the stage.
In the name of charity, Serina prided herself in being in the fiscal position to provide aide when she could. Tonight’s event included an optional chance to provide for a charity as most of the ‘daters’ were in some form in the well-known ends of the spectrum. She’d said no to be bid on for her time, but couldn’t pass up the opportunity to wait for the sound of a bell to inform her that her time was up with whomever was seated across from her. So far she’d been through three occupants, one who was a trust fund recipient, one who was a vapid influencer, and one who was a rising star waiting for the big break. There was a certain power dynamic she found interesting, those who seemed to want to be on her good side, and she couldn’t help but wonder would there be anyone with an ounce of genuine attitude here?” That was when the blonde ended up across from her, and she grinned politely. “Hello there, I don’t think we’ve ever formally met.” She extended her lithe hand to the woman, “Serina Thyssen, and you?”
Of everything the festival had to offer this weekend, attending one of the limited performances was high on the list that saw her choosing to join in. Largely because she knew the show would be phenomenal, but also the company that’d been set to join her solidified a great evening to come. ❝ Ah, la reine de la glace, bonjour, ( ‘the queen of the ice, hello,’ ) ❞ Greeting Serina as she approached the table, rising for a moment for a cheek-to-cheek kiss, eyes sweeping over her frame at the present ensemble she sported. ❝ Toujours aussi magnifique, bien sûr. ( ‘looking gorgeous as ever, of course.’ ) ❞ Curve of her lips holds a fond smile, one side up-ticking just slightly more showcasing a smirk that was hidden in plain sight. Regardless of how effortless the words fell off her tongue, the conscious awareness that she, not only had become good friends with the Olympian, but developed a casual repertoire of flirtatious back and forth, sat in the back of her mind almost surreally still. Enough that she tended to sometimes second guess whether even the most harmless compliment given came out abysmally. What started as sheer admiration for the undeniable talent she held in the world of figure skating, quickly unfurled from the send of one tweet. Both now taking a seat, just as a server came by, placing two glasses down, she gives a gentle ‘merci’. ❝ Hopefully you don’t mind I preemptively ordered, the Aphrodite Margarita just sounded too good to pass up. ❞
When she’d received the invitation to go out to the cabaret, it’d come on the presumption that it was under the guise of a PR stint. And she wouldn’t have known any better based on the packaging the invitation came in, it looks exactly like the PR items she would have normally received, but if it hadn’t been for the tell-tale sign to let her know it had Amaris’ touch, she surely would have fallen for the ruse. Dressed to the nines, as soon as she spotted the gamer, she grinned and laced a kiss on her cheek. “Not too gorgeous where I’ll outshine the other ladies of the night right?” She asked playfully. Everything she had on her was a walking billboard opportunity, designer dress, shoes, accessories, even down to the lip color she’d chosen for the night, not a trademark of her own but one that let the world know that red did her supremely well. “Your mind works in such fantastic ways, Mar,” She clapped in delight. It was nice to know that there was at least a few familiar faces in town that she could turn to, and Amaris certainly had a face she didn’t mind turning to. Raising the glass, she said, “To us and to the show, it better be worth it for the lengths you went to to get me here,” She teased.
Le Rouge was packed. Even more than the usual crowd. It seemed there were enough singles in Paris looking to not only get away from all the lovey-dovey crap the city had thrown together for the holiday, but to spend copious amounts of money doing so. Even the fight club downstairs was busy, people needing a physical outlet for the frustration with their love lives. Micayla was in the basement, checking on things, when one of her staff alerted her that Serina had arrived. With a smile she made her way back upstairs and headed towards the VIP section.
Upon spotting her friend, her face lit up with a grin as she hugged the woman back. “Only the best for my favorite Olympian.” she replied, easily moving to take a seat next to where Serina had been seated. “So, tell me, how are things? Are you avoiding all romance this Valentine’s like the rest of Paris is?” she asked, raising a brow as she extended her hand towards the crowd around them.
Eyebrow raised coyly as she grinned over in Micayla’s direction. “I’m sure you say that to all of the Olympians that stroll in here, don’t you?” She teased. It was a title that she was still holding like a badge of honor, one that seemed to elevate and place her as one to follow for the time to come, and that was still abundantly true now, even as she was set to unwind for the time being. She eyed the server who had a new tray of drinks, grabbing two to hand one off to the owner. It was always nice to be in the company of someone who knew when to unwind and at the very least, Serina always made it a point to share that time to those who treated her well.
“Mm, you could say something like that.” She chuckled softly then. She’d never been one to do much other then flings here and there. “Last relationship,” The skater utilized air quotations for added value, “I was in was something I saw on Twitter, I think they’re calling it ‘crackships’?” She shook her head then, clinking glasses with her before she asked, “You must be over the moon for this weekend alone.”
“Merci ––” she thanks one more time, one hand already opening the door, the other securing the Boston Terrier puppy in her arm. The moment unfolds in slow motion before the dark brunette has the chance to do anything. As soon as the door was complete open, the dog jumped from her arms down onto the sidewalk –– great, she only has one hour before she needs to get back to work –– “Jacques, non,” Sophia calls out, rushing after the black and white puppy. “S'excuser pour lui..” The excuse ready at the tip of her tongue as she approaches the other. “We just got you out of your bath, sir.” Her accent shifting, clearly move evident at the last word as she kneels to secure the runner at his collar.
Off of the recommendation of a local contact in town, Serina found herself with Binna, her ragdoll kitten, standing outside just a few feet away from the entrance of Lacroix. Binna was snug in her carrier though her soft mews let Serina know that she was stressed, and she hadn’t even mentioned she was due for some shots just yet. “My love, it’s okay,” She cooed softly, not before a bark was heard and soon enough she felt paws clamoring on her legs. Binna, though slightly alarmed had rolled onto her back in the carrier, while Serina looked down at the puppy and laughed in delight. “Hello you,” She began, before her eyes met with Sophia’s, a familiar face in the city of glimmering lights. “Is he yours?” She asked as she held out her arms to embrace the woman, lacing a kiss to her cheeks. “Long time no see!”
To be honest, learning French had been kind of a struggle for Emmett. Because they weren’t able to hear the sounds, they had a difficult time learning how the words were supposed to be said. But, it seemed like there was a decent amount of people who knew English here. “Uh, it’s there’s been a some people who do and some people who don’t, to be honest. I’m trying to learn French, but it’s pretty hard. I’m sure you can imagine why.” It’s the truth, living in Paris isn’t always easy. Sometimes he has to figure out a solution when there’s a language difference between him and another person. But, nothing has gone horribly so far, so he’s thankful for that. “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. People have told me that artist is pretty good to, so I think it’s safe bet.”
Canting her head thoughtfully, Serina nodded in response to his response. Language barriers were all too common, especially when there were competitors and walks over life coming from all around the world. There was even a moment where she found herself locked in conversation with an athlete from Bulgaria, the broken English and amount of times google translate came to save the day was astounding. “I’ll take your word for it,” She said with a grin, satisfied that no matter what the album would still be a purchase that would add to her tally for the day. “Have you been in Paris long?” She questioned.
