Rompre la Pluie
Though the sun is shining and a cool breeze is flowing through the city of love on a hot summers day drawing out all manner of tourists and locals it is shaping up to be the worst day of Robin Locksley’s life. The day had started off rather well with a fun breakfast with his four year old son followed by a quick romp in the park where he said goodbye leaving his energetic boy in the capable hands of Emma Swan. From there he had gone about taking care of some business to get it out of the way then ducked into one of the smaller local museums to lazily browse the works.
Where the day started to go downhill was when he boarded a bus supposedly to where he needed to be in order to meet up with Emma but instead it took him somewhere he couldn’t sort out and though he had a map on him he couldn’t make sense of it. What made matters worse was that Emma wasn’t answering her mobile, no doubt too busy keeping tabs on Roland or talking with him about the landmark, and though that’s what he believes is happening he still worries that somethings gone off.
Alone, lost and anxious the foreigner tries his best to ask for help. Time and time again turned away or ignored by those who don’t speak a lick of English. Still he keeps trying because he honestly doesn’t have a choice. Eventually someone will be able to help him; he hopes. “Excusez-moi,” one of the few things he knows how to say. “Do you speak English?” No. Alright then. “Pardon et moi; Can you help me?”