Past Lives
Gwen had been living in London a little over a year now. Her days were filled with classes, research papers and experiments, anything she could do to advance in her field. She was well on her way to getting access to her own lab when she ran into some...problems. She was overworking herself, she knew that, she just didn't know the extent to which she was doing it. Once she realized her health was being affected, she decided to treat herself to a little vacation.
That was what brought her to Paris in the middle of spring. She absently walked the streets of France, looking from her English-to-French dictionary to the shops she passed every now and then. There were couples all around, and she wasn't exactly enjoying the incessant PDA wherever she looked. She turned the corner, and walked through the door of a bakery.
She was immediately overwhelmed with the scent of pastries and warm bread, bringing a smile to her face. She set her book in her satchel, and looked through the display of sweets. Gwen only looked up when she heard someone behind the counter, and shyly tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
"Do you speak English?" She asked, brows furrowed. She was mentally kicking herself for never taking any foreign language classes in high school--and had been since she got off the train.
