The two men on the bus were speaking pure, flawless French. I stopped reading the words in my book and listened to them talk. It was sexy. French is just sexy. They spoke and I didn’t understand a thing. So I tuned them out and went back to my book.
Then the two men began to laugh in French and I was curious again.
The French men got off the bus two stops before the Vienna metro station and I went back to reading. I had no interest to listen to anyone else’s conversation. The blond in front of me was talking too much and the guy next to her was nodding. The rest of the bus was quiet.
I missed the French men.