He decided that he needed to visit the Eiffel Tower as he had spent more than a month living in Paris, yet he had yet to visit it. He arrived and could not do the most annoying quality he considers his generation invented, he started doing selfies. As he looked over his images, he decided that he needed a better picture as a portrait style instead. He showed too much chin, he hates his papada. He saw a hot group of college students walking around the plaza. He knew they were university students as they had big textbooks that were perusing the area. Two beautiful girls and a ripped-fit guy. One of the hardest parts of living in Paris is that everyone looked like a supermodel. This affected Miguel self-esteem as he is not super fat. He is not obese or anything like that. He was a bit overweight. It was kind of noticeable due to his height, he was 5‘7, a bit short, so his weight gain is noticeable.  He wished he was as fit as that guy, Miguel wished he had a six-pack, but he had a noticeable beer belly. He did not drink, he never drank. He has a vendetta against alcohol due to his suffering of his father's drunken abusive behavior toward him as a child. His belly came from his love of pan dulce. He loved baked goods of Paris, but how he missed conchas from St. Luis he used to buy in a specialty minimarket called Lindo Mexico.

 He also had a bit of a big face due to it. Luckily, thanks to his young appearance, people still wanted to date him because he had a baby face, or he looked super innocent. One of his old college friends explained he had a chub vibe which he had yet to look it up ever since it was told to him. He was and still is busy running an animation company. Girls would say he just looks so naïve and innocent, the inexperienced look attracted them to him. He did not want to be perceived as young and inexperienced now that he was running a company. He wanted to look more professional. He started to grow a beard, but right now it was just stubble. He decided to get over his body insecurities and talk to these guys. He needed to work on his social skills, he needs to be more confident. He should feel confident, sure he was not as hot as the people he is trying to talk to, but he is somewhat famous and a successful artist. He psyched himself up to start a chat with the college students as he chanted under his breath his universal language spell. Miguel concentrated that he has not only made two block busters but also sold his first company before he reached 30. He approached them with a confident wave as they saw him were a bit confused about who he was. Miguel was trying to act all suave but was internally screaming out of awkwardness. 

“Bonjour, belle journée. Excusez-moi de vous déranger. Je voulais juste vous demander de me prendre en photo” Miguel asked them if they could take his picture as he passed his phone. He was confident talking with James or any other of his employees because they were his subordinates, but any other person was not. It is a weird thing about power status, he felt more confident with his employee as he is their boss. 

They took a few pictures, and Miguel was about to receive his phone when one of the girls, saw his smartphone with more detail. It was not an iPhone or another simple smartphone. It was an H.E. branded, an exclusive phone type that only a few people are even capable of obtaining. It has the latest tech in both hardware and software.

“Est-ce un téléphone HE, comment avez-vous mis la main sur l'un d'entre eux? Ils sont super exclusifs, êtes-vous l'un de ces héritiers turistes d'un milliardaire?” the girl who took the phone away from the other girl who was about to give him his phone back.

“Non, je ne suis ni touriste ni héritier milliardaire. Ce n'est pas un téléphone HE. Ça y ressemble. Vous savez, aidez le fomo. En outre, un excellent brise-glace” Miguel lied about the phone being a fake. HE phones are a status symbol, they come installed with a learning AI that gains personality and functions based on their user. He did not want these guys to know he was rich. He learned the hard way that if people learn you have money, they are overly friendly. 

“Ouais, je suppose que tu n'es pas un touriste. Votre français est parfait, vous êtes clairement français, aucun interlocuteur ne pouvait parler aussi couramment. C'est juste que nous ne voyons que des touristes prendre des photos de la tour Effil. Ravi de vous rencontrer. Je suis Paul, voici ma sœur Ella et mon amie Candace” Paul said as he took his phone out of his sister's hand (the girl who had rudely intercepted it from Candence giving it back). He offers it to Miguel with both of his hands. Miguel took it from Paul's hands. When his hands meet Paul to grab the phone, Paul closed them, their hands kind of intertwined. Paul gave him a big smile as they keep their hand together with more than necessary. Miguel was not sure if this was the guy coming onto him, or if he was just being European. He noticed that Europeans are more contact friendly other than the Americans. Maybe he was just being friendly, more jovial. Miguel tried to keep his cool confident aura he was acting up. He was not going to be intimidated by this guy or the girls.

“Je ne suis pas un touriste. Je viens de déménager des États-Unis. Je suis un artiste. De plus, mon français est génial parce que je suis polyglotte” Miguel explained that he just moved to France that he was not a local. He also lied because he claimed he was polyglot. A person who speaks multiple languages. It was technically not a lie if using a spell counted. He also informed them he was an artist.

“Oh, un autre artiste. Je suis désolé pour toi. Vous êtes nombreux à venir à Paris, j'espère que vous durerez plus d'un mois. C'est cher ici” Candance laugh at him apparently he was a stereotype of a dillusion artist who wanted to make it big by moving to Paris.

“Je ne suis pas ce genre d'artistes. Je suis animateur. Tout à fait réussi, je lance un studio de taille moyenne ici à Paris” Miguel clarified that he was an animator not a fine art artist. 

He also emphasized he was a bit successful and was setting up a studio. Not a complete lie, he just simplified his real story as he did not want to say he was setting up a gigantic company, he told them he was setting up a small studio. He started to notice what type of person was Candance, she is a smart a-hole. A cynical person. He saw that both the girls carried gigantic differential equations books. The guy carried a smaller, but robust book of classical works of Germanic origin.  The girls were either studying engineering or a math-related science. The guy, Paul was some sort of literature major. 

“I am sorry, I did not mean to be rude to you. I just assumed that you were French. I have never met a polyglot. I am a bit of a linguist myself” Paul apologized in English and lifted his book to show he was a language enthusiast, then Miguel realized the book was in German.

“I am fluent in Spanish, and German. I am working on learning Japanese, but that is for fun, not school. I also…” Paul was nerding out unconsciously lifting his fashionable prescription glasses that made his green eyes and dimples stand out.

“Are you really a polyglot? What languages do you know?” asked Ella suddenly interested in him. This was a bit of a ball curve.

“I can speak a lot of them. Test me, come on” Miguel challenged them because he knew he could ace any language.

“Paul does that one, you studied last summer. The rare one that you study for that weird poem” Ella insisted his sister wanted to see if Miguel was talking crap or not.

“Inkun impressjonat jekk tista 'tifhimni. Jien nafha dgħajjef jien stess. Jekk tagħmel hekk, li niddubita. Irrid ngħid biss li int tassew ħelu” said Pail very shakily, he did not have a lot of practice with the language. He made a lot of phonetic mistakes in the language. Miguel was not aware of what language it was, but he knew Paul learned the language from reading it, but never actually practice it at all. It was too shaky, a native person of that language would not understand it. But thankfully his universal language can translate it too. 

Miguel felt his face flush, this guy had the ball on calling him cute. Then, again Paul was confident he would not understand it. Whatever that language was it was very obscure. It did not sound like any of the common European languages. 

“Jien aktar ċatt, int tidher sabiħa wkoll. Kien sabiħ li ppruvajt tolqotni, bit-tama li ma nsibhiex” Miguel responded on to Paul. Paul had a mortified face, he was not sure if this guy was out. Miguel was surprised as he assumed France was more progressive. He was not interested, but he did enjoy that he could shake the feelings of a person who was objectively more attractive than him. He should probably stop enticing the guy, he did not want to start playing gay chicken with a total stranger. 

“Wow, you are a polyglot! Are you one of those genius people that appear on the TV” asked Ella who was fascinated that he responded to his brother. 

He knew exactly who she was talking about. The Mexican royal family had an infinity to be geniuses and were extremely extravagant. They appeared a lot on television boosting their intellects and skills. The eighth prince is a classical multi-instrumentalist who was ridiculously talented. The ninth princess was a probabilistic genius, she loved to showboat her skills on different topics such as weather and stock predictions, she was master-level chess and go player, among other impressive feats. The second prince was renowned for his work on wireless electrical  and aerospace engineering revolutionary designs, and the first princess co-invented the water tree, a bio-nano engineered tree that created clean water out the atmosphere for underprivileged communities in Africa. There were also other geniuses making the news such as Raj’s inventions and Ezekiel wormhole portal research. Geniuses were all the rage which Miguel guesses he should be appreciated. 

He was considered an animation genius for his work by the internet but this was a lie. The stories are lore of an alien planet, and his famously fluent animation was also cheating with his magic specialty. 

“Let me take a picture with you. Also, what did you tell my brother” Asked Ella as she took some pictures for Instagram. She was kind to close to him, he felt a bit awkward and tense. He felt flatter and nervous as it is not every day a hot girl who looks like a Scottish model wants to take a picture with you. He liked her being close to him. He tried to sweat or looked like a startled deer with her touch as she holds him by the waist as she took selfies.  Paul looked panicked, he did not want Miguel telling his sister he called him cute.

“Oh, he just talked about the poems he read. I told him I have not read them” Miguel lied as it was not his job to out Paul.

“Guys, we have to go. Class is starting in half an hour” Candance said as she pulled Ella out of Miguel's embrace. Miguel was both thankful and sad at the same time. He liked having the attention of such a beautiful girl. He needs to chill out, honestly, his hormones go through his face.  He guesses it’s his fault for not socializing much and never having dated anyone in all his life.

They left for their classes he had to admit life was just not fair. He saw the silhouettes of their backs, they were just the model of physics peak. The guy’s bottom seems very firm, and the girls were perfectly curved. As he ponders on how he should probably exercise regularly, so he could get in shape. 

Then, a loud argument at the park area caught his attention. There was a commotion happening behind him. He looked it appeared that a man who was in his thirties was roughly manhandling a young woman in her twenties.  He could understand that the man was telling the woman he will never leave him again. The woman was screaming her lungs out asking for help.