French Kissing in New York by Anne-Sophie Jouhanneau

Author:Anne-Sophie Jouhanneau [Jouhanneau, Anne-Sophie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2023-01-03T00:00:00+00:00

LOST

Very cute guy answering to ZACH.

Blond. Tall. Dreamy (objectively).

Last seen under the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower after a magical night last summer.

The universe is calling, Zach. Answer by texting 347-330-1994.

Bisous, Margot (remember me?)

Then, Luz and I run to the closest copy shop and ask them to print twenty copies.

“Or should I get even more?” I say, turning to Luz. “If we’re going to do this, we need to paper the town. This is my last shot.”

“There’s no such thing as a last shot, but sure,” Luz says.

The pages feel warm straight out of the printer, or maybe it’s just that my palms are sweaty. Before we leave, I buy a roll of tape and a pair of scissors. Then, Luz, my hopes, and I take to the streets of Williamsburg. We go about it methodically, post after post after post. A few people stop to read our sign as soon as it’s taped up, filling me with glee. I lean over trash cans, avoid dog leashes, and almost get knocked over by delivery men on their electric bikes. Soon, my plea is all over the neighborhood.

After putting up the last sign, we step back to admire our work.

“Do you feel like we helped the universe enough?” Luz says with a smile.

“Yes,” I say, delighted.

But I see it on her face: this is funny to her, just an idle way to spend the afternoon. Zach and I had a lovely night a year ago, and our big plan of meeting in Times Square simply fell through. I’m not sure she ever believed that it could happen, that it would. But she wasn’t there that night. I don’t think I ever opened up to someone the way I did with Zach. I told him about my biggest fears: how I worried I’d never be as good a cook as my mother, or that I wouldn’t be able to forge my own path. I shared with him how I craved coming to New York for my entire childhood, always disappointed when my dad made the trip to visit us instead. I talked about my friends, whom I adore, but who never fully understood why I needed to get out of our small town so badly. All the while, Zach listened. He wrapped me tighter in his arms, and made me feel more understood than I ever had. I need that feeling again.

I can’t just keep on going, thinking like he didn’t really mean it, that he lied about wanting to be with me again. Did he just forget about me? Did he never plan to meet me in Times Square? No, I can’t even go there, it would be too sad.

Still, I feel like I’m rapidly exhausting my chances. Or maybe I already have. If this doesn’t work, if Zach doesn’t come to me after I’ve tried so hard to go after him, then at least I’ve gone down swinging.

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