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local boy and everything he did made me swoon.
    He dropped the pamphlet and we both reached to grab it. Our hands touched and I felt my body jolt, what the fuck was that? We were both still bent down but I had yanked my hand away from him. He looked at me like I was odd. Great, now he’s going to think I think he has some kind of disease, or that I’m some kind of prude which I’m not, trust me. I’ve been with men, well more like boys who honestly knew very little if not anything about sex. Once and awhile, I met a guy who knew how to treat a woman, you know ‘lady’s first’ but it wasn’t often. I had never felt like this, I seriously was crushing on him. He was just so incredible. Part of my brain had wished I could find my prince or my guy, mine and mine alone, he would look just like my fave Suit.
    “Sorry.” I murmured, Jesus I was gawking again.
    We both stood up and he stared at me intently.
    “Well I took your advice and decided to come and have a look.” He said all cool like. I nodded again. Hello?! Alexia did you forget how to talk? God, this man is making me into a bubbling idiot.
    “Well I hope you enjoy it.” There you go girl, a nice full sentence. I mentally patted myself on the back. He smiled, damn it, I was lost again.
    “So why are you here?” He asked. Fair question, I had to answer but how? I could hardly formulate the previous statement. I took a deep breath and calmed myself.
    “I helped catalog some of the artifacts here.” I smiled looking over the exhibit. “This is my favorite part of the museum.” Ok I did it, yeah for me! The inner me jumped a little.
    He furrowed his brows, “But don’t you work at the bistro in Old Montréal?” I rolled my eyes at him and I swear I could see a flash of annoyance on his face.
    “Yes, by day I’m a waitress and by night I’m an archaeological superhero. I come here to catalog artifacts and save Montréal from dangerous criminals!” I took a long breath. Fuck I hated how waitresses were always looked down on and pigeonholed. I had a life outside of the bistro.
    “You’re a sarcastic one aren’t you?” He added. His tone not too pleased.
    “Sorry.” I murmured. He looked at me like he was thinking something twisted, but I brushed it off.
    “I go to Concordia University for ancient studies and I help out my professors, its part of my masters’ program.” He nodded still not talking to me. Hmm, brooding Suit was a lot hotter than ordering breakfast Suit. I only noticed I was holding my breath when I let out a heavy sigh. Okay, is the air condition off or something? Can he stop looking at me like that?
    “You study as well as work?” His chiseled face was too beautiful to look at, it nearly hurt my eyes, nearly, but it didn’t. I wanted to keep staring at him but I couldn’t, I shouldn’t, it would turn ugly. Me, plus gawking and drooling was not something that was extremely attractive. The fact that he stood here in front of me and actually spoke to me, made me happy and my stomach flutter. So I’ll take what I could get and enjoy it.
    “And you said you traveled too?”
    I still held my earphones in my other hand, but I forgot to pause the music. I could hear David Bowie’s China Girl murmuring loudly through the ear buds. I loved that song, I even made it my ringtone. I pressed pause and wrapped my ear buds around my iPod.
    “Yeah I’ve been traveling since I was little.” I started to walk towards the amphora that was in front of me, I needed to get away from his manly smell. His cologne alone was getting me wet.
    “Really? Where?” I could see from my peripheral vision that he was looking down at me, the man was at least six feet something. I swallowed hard and turned my head. Ok, I wasn’t imagining things he was staring at me.
    “Well, Greece was a must, then Egypt, Turkey and Italy.” He took one step closer, his smell now overpowering me. Fuck is it me or is it hot in here?
    “Why was Greece a must?” His