Paris Day 01 / 08 Money

Once they made a couple turns they found their selves in front of a bank, and a hotel.

“Let’s just spare the shame shall we?” Mireya said pointing at the bank’s ATM.

“Good idea” Mark said pulling out his wallet and taking out his credit card “Seriously one more denial and I’ll start singing “I dreamed a dream” from Les Miserábles”

“From where?” Mireya said as Mark slide his card on the ATM.

“A musial” Mark answered as he pressed his pin number.

“Ugh! And if u start singing I’ll start crying, and then I’ll kill u!” Mireya replied half disgusted with the mere thought of that.

“Oh! Shut … oh-oh” Mark face was stroke down by sadness

“What does that mean?” Mireya asked

“No founds” He softly replied.

“Ughh!!! Whyyy am I not surprised?!” she shouted pulling out her credit card “Move!” she said taking his place before the ATM “You should really start saving up instead of spending it all in silly stuff! You know! Some time you might actually be useful to someone” Mireya was saying as pressing the buttons on the ATM “And that day please give me a call! Because … SHIT!”

“What now!?” asked Mark

“Kid saving account! I can’t withdraw any money!” Mireya said while retrieving her card. “God damn!”

“Well one day you’ll be a reliable useful adult and that day …” Mark was saying

“Oh shut up!” Mireya cut through his words “You’re the elder one, why don’t u prove out you’re actually reliable and go get some euros huh?”

“That I shall, madame” Mark answered

“Mademoiselle!” she replied at him.

They both went into the hotel across the street and Mark moved on to the front desk, Mireya was following  him when she heard “Bon Nuit Monsieurs” then she she turned on her heels around thinking “Oh hell no!, not again, I’m not ready to go hear this again” She went and looked at him blabber something to the receptionist.

“Tourist?” the guy behind the desk asked to Mark.

“Oui, pour quoi?” Mark asked “Damn my French sucks” Mark thought.

“Votre Français c’est parfait” The front desk guy replied “Very good French, monsieur, very good”

Mark blushed slightly “Merçi Beacoup” he said “We need to get some euros, we’re desperate, sir, we’ve been looking everywhere, we need at least so we can use the subway to get to our hotel, please sir.”

The man stared into Mark’s eyes; he smiled and said “How many do you want to change?”

Mark smiled widely “Merçi Beacoup, Monsieur” he turned around and didn’t saw his sister next to him, he snorted “of course, why not? Avoiding the shame” he thought, “Mireya! Bring your dollars” he shouted.

“For real!?” Mireya asked from the entrance door.

“Yeah!” Mark replied “Come on!”

“Oh thank god!” she said moving towards him and pulling out her wallet.

They exchanged a few dollars for euros and after Mark gave a smile and a “merçi” to the front desk guy they both left with a wide smile in their faces and headed back to the subway station in front of the Academie du Musique, they paid their fares and went into the platform.

Twenty minutes later they were leaving the subway in the Gallieni station and heading back to the hotel.

“Thank god” were Mark’s first words after he let himself loose into the mattress “Having money in your pocket is such a blessing” he added as he walked out to the window and bumping with his bag. “Woops”

“Jerk” Mireya said, too exhausted to think of something more aggressive “I’m hungry” she added.

“Yeah me too, we should try to go and find …” Mark began to propose.

“Seriously?! It’s like almost midnight! You really are out of your mind if you think we’ll find something” Mireya responded annoyed.

“Well I was just trying to … Oh! Mom sent us granola bars remember?” Mark replied.

“Oh yeah!” she said as they both unpacked their granola bar boxes and took one pair out “And to think you didn’t wanted to bring them with us huh?” Mireya remembered while biting her bar as Mark responded with a silence and some chewing noise “Well I’m taking a bath” she stated, her brother replied with silence and chewing again, she took another bite and grabbed her towel as she headed to the bathroom chewing on her granola bar.

“Oh Happy Birthday” Mark said with a giggle afterwards.

“Nice one, jerk” she said annoyed after she slammed the bathroom door and opened the shower thinking “Thank god! Now time to finally relax after all that circus” she let out a sigh as she took off her clothing, he hand went into the shower and felt the warm water then she slide in completely as her mind was calming down “Paris, so beautiful, tomorrow will be a wonderful day, I’m so sure of it” were her thoughts as the lavender scent of the soap wrapped her into a scented mist which she inhale and exhale slowly, she opened her eyes and thought “Yeah, tomorrow it will be wonderful”