(Paris, France)
The club's bass rattled in my chest as I sipped my drink and tried to look interested.
My new coworkers partied a lot, and they weren't keen on taking no for an answer from the sad Canadian intern who'd rather go home and drink wine alone.
I loved Paris. The city pulsed with energy and excitement, every corner alive with music and merriment. I think I would like living here.
Eventually. My new job was tough but great. They gave me more responsibility than delivering packages and getting coffee. LaCrocq, my boss, even allowed me to sit in on some of his meetings. I planned to soak it all in, focus on the job instead of my fucked-up personal life, and quickly learn the ins and outs of the fashion business. Then I would start my own clothing label.
And I would never think of Nikolai Kuznetsov again.
