“Are we friends?” I said, also rhetorically. “I would hope so. You and me against the world, two foreign talents in a pod,” he said softly, his face getting closer. “You’re my biggest competition. I shouldn’t let my guard down with you, it’s dangerous,” I whispered, leaning in— “Vous avez arrivé!” the taxi driver announced suddenly, shattering the mood.
LMAO THE ROMANTIC/SEXUAL TENSION IS NONEXISTENT. WHAT ARE Y'ALL EVEN TRYING TO DO. YOU CAN'T FOOL ME.
