Watching him barter and converse with local vendors to get me the best prices, correcting my awful French, and telling me all about his favorite books. It wasn't until the 3rd weekend where JP joined me for a Saturday run followed by going to the market to make Sunday breakfast. For the first week, I only saw JP a few times, either in the morning when he walked to school or sitting on the sofa watching some program.
Renting a room from a family with close ties to the restaurant I worked for, I promised them that I would only be there to sleep because I would be working the entire time. I left for Montpellier where I had lied to the chef about my experience (don't worry, he chewed me out and put me through my paces in those 4 months). I had just turned 25, having finished getting my JD (to appease my parents), I hated the law and went straight into the culinary arts before I even got the diploma. It was the summer of 2016, I was interning at a fine dining restaurant as a Commis Chef.
Have you ever had that one boy in your life, who, despite not being overly athletic or coordinated, still stole your heart? They'd do something so klutzy or ditsy that would typically annoy you but on him it's adorable and endearing? Here's a little anecdote about sweet JP.
