I woke up around 9am to continue my search for a decent latte. Unfortunately, the coffee shop I wanted to visit was a 45 minute train ride away and I didn’t have that much time. I had to meet AJ at noon, a couch surfer I had never met before, at the Fountain of Michel.
Several blocks away from my hostel is Costa coffee. Costa is a chain coffee shop similar to Starbucks. There is a Starbucks across the street from Costa but you guys know how I feel about Starbucks.
I ordered a soy vanilla coffee and was very much disappointed. It was too milky. I know, it’s a latte so what was it supposed to taste like, right? Trust me, you guys, you’d agree that it was too milky.
I brought my latte outside to sit at one of the many seats outside at the front of the shop. That’s the thing about Parisian cafes / shops / restaurants, they all have outdoor seating. I personally dug it and I wish we have more of that in Los Angeles.
As I sat out there, a big tour bus pulled up right in front of the building right next to Costa. A group of teenage girls screamed and literally cried when the bus showed up. A few men stepped out of the bus and I heard them speaking in American accents. The girls were still freaking out and they all were on their cell phones.
I sat there and observed the scene. I was curious to know who the teenage girls were going crazy over. One of the American guys walked over closer to my table and I made a comment “Oh man, so many crying girls out here!” and he said back “Oh I’m used to it by now. It’s okay” He came over to make small talk to me and wanted to know why I was in Paris alone, etc. He introduced himself as Daniel. He explained that they had a meet and greet scheduled and also two shows to play that day.
It was a bit awkward at this point to be like “umm… so who are you?” so I tried to poach for answers. I asked who else were on the schedule that night and what the name of the tour was called, but he was very vague. Basically, it was just getting more awkward to ask him who he was.
A British man came over and told him that he needed him. Daniel then said “Sorry, I have to go. But why don’t you give me your number and we can hang out tomorrow?” I entered my name and number into his WhatsApp and left to go hop on the metro.
He texted me the next night at almost 10pm. He was having dinner with the band and wanted to know what I was up to. I told him that I needed to pack up my bag and head over to Amsterdam early next morning. The conversation ended there. I still don’t know who Daniel is but his number is still in my phone… A part of me want to keep it a mystery.