he looks down at the paper in his hand, squinting at the name of the boarding house hastily scrawled on it. it had seemed a worthwhile gamble when he first finished his studies to come to paris, to gain experience working with the sick poor... foolishly, he'd believed his rudimentary french would suffice. but now that he has arrived - and gotten completely lost - he's close to rueing his choice, valuable learning opportunity or not...
it is then that his eyes meet those of a young woman, hovering not far away. he cannot help noticing her with with a professional eye - indeed it is clear she may be in need of the very services he'd come intending to offer. poverty is, after all, a cruel and unrelenting master. but he brushes it aside for the moment, instead greeting her with a polite smile and nod of his head. with a sheepish look, he holds the paper out to her. " i'm sorry to intrude, miss, " he says in his halting french. " but i'm not certain i've found the right place... "
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