The next morning, I decided to ask Yoona about her offer on renovating my room. I know it's too soon considering that I have only been here for merely 24 hours. But why do I need to prolong it if we can do it now.
I consider stopping by her room but maybe I'll just see her in breakfast. I glance at my wall clock, it's still six am and the cafeteria doesn't open till seven. I have an hour to waste.
At least I know where the cafeteria is, so I'll have time to spare walking around the campus. I double check my bag making sure that my meal card is there and my enrollment form which I need to take to the registrars office after breakfast.
I opened my pink umbrella, it's drizzling and I hate that the weather isn't nice despite my first day of school. I cross the road with a group of chattering students, they didn't even notice me. An automobile which I see everywhere since I got here in Paris whizzes past. I have to take note that automobiles is common here in Paris just like how yellow cabs fill the streets of New York City.
Few students walk on the side walks lined with similar benches made of iron wrought and lamp posts along with a group of tourist with black umbrellas, which suddenly reminds me of a funeral.
The main building which is only a ten minute walk from Residence Pierre, the dormitory is massive, constructed with stone, with a symmetrical façade. Vertical posts that is held up by a large decorative columns. The decorations inside the buildings are as ornate as those on the exterior.
The cafeteria got my jaw dropping. unlike the architecture of the hall, the cafeteria is modern. This can be a high end restaurant.
Two huge wrought iron doors open onto the Sarriette Cafétéria
The cafeteria is spacious and bright, decorated in shades of gold, grey and white, it gives its guests the feeling as if you are dining in a private chateau. Just like the whole school, it is boasting traditional French and English furniture. Large regency style wood-scuplted mirrors with a mix of gold and silver leafing give a depth to this space. From this room, bathed in sunlight as well as rich but soft tones emerges a warm and intimate atmosphere.
There's a Frenchman with big round belly in a white chef's hat serving variety of mouth watering foods. They look fresh and healthy, from freshly baked wheat breads to fresh fruits and vegetables which you can pick for your salad partnered with varieties of dressings you could choose from.
the cafeteria is already packed with already students gossiping with their friends over the clattering of the dishes. I stand in the doorway. Students brush past me. I look completely lost and out of place. Maybe I should just grab some foods that I can take to my dorm.
I'm startled when a voice calls out my name, a scan through the crowd with my hopeless eyes reveals an orange hair a few tables away from where I am standing. Yoona points to an empty chair beside her, and I find my way there, grateful and relieved.
"Hey! you look completely at home there" Yoona teasingly said to me.
"yeah. Very!" I laughed and set down my staff as I take a seat beside her.
There are two other people in our table, I remember Yoona telling me that I would meet her friends soon, but I didn't expect it to be this soon. I'm nervous again and readjusted my bag on my lap.
"This is my new friend Hailey, the girl I was telling you about," Yoona says
"Jaz" she says. "and Azzi" she nods to guy next to him whose hands are wrapped around her shoulders. Jaz natural blond hair is smoothly waved down on either side of her shoulders, she's like Yoona, small body frame, petite but tall. Model-type body just like her boyfriend.
Unlike Jaz who gave me the barest of acknowledgement,
"Welcome to Paree!" Azzi says with a huge smile, Jaz swats his arm but laughed with him.
"Geez Thanks!"
" I thought about banging on your door so we could walk together but you might kill me if I disturb your peaceful sleep." Yoona said, her orange hair is held back by a black hair band with too much glitter in it making her hair stand out amidst the crowd.
I like it though.
"Naahh, it's fine. I'm actually a morning person. I thought about knocking on your door too, but you might be a late sleeper."
"Welcome to the club!" Azzi says with wide arms "To the Morning persons club!"
He laughed while Yoona with her left eyebrow raised in it's perfect arch.
"Sure you are.." Jaz says with a scowl.
"Actually Im a morning person, it's just that my morning starts at 2 pm" he winks, earning a laugh from our table.
I like them, it feels fun to be with them.
"Every one is here except for Damien.." Yoona cranes her neck around the cafeteria.
"He's always late but sometimes he doesn't even show up, it depends on his mood."
Jaz rolls her eyes "He doesn't join breakfast most of the time, he's a morning person too, just like his best mate here." Jaz says pointing at her boy friend