Cecil drank his coffee, taking in the sights Paris had to offer. It certainly was a beautiful city and Cecil had high hopes for this place. Of course, he missed his home, but who could pass up learning abroad? Even at 32, Cecil still had a healthy appetite for adventure. He had been lost in thought when a man approached him. This strangers words rolled off his tongue in such a way that it was obvious he was a Frenchman, if not for his accent, his more...cheesy (for lack of a better word) lines gave it away. Cecil smiled and bowed his head slightly, listening to the man deliver his, obviously rehearsed, speach.<br/><br/>"Watches, you say?" Cecil's own English accent was thick as he spoke. "I'm sure they are very beautiful,<span style="font-style: italic">Monsieur</span>" He looked down at his own. "I<span style="font-style: italic">AM </span>in need of a new timepeice." The man nodded towards the stranger, motioning for him to lead the way. "Shall I hale a cab, monsieur..." Cecil waited for a name to be given before waving his hand for a cab and adjusting his suit around his wrists and throat: he made a habit of making good first impressions.