Justin managed to spring a single tear to his eye skillfully, as he whispers the 'story' about his parents.
"When I was 8 years old, my parents were sick, very sick, they couldn't take care of themselfs so I had to do everything by myself. By the age of 15 they eventually died and I had to spend the rest of my days back at my house, hungry and misrable. My life had taken a turn to the worst, so I had to walk about 100 miles to my Grandma's. I told her the news and she took me under her wing. A year ago she died aswell, leaving me all her possesions, as I was the only person left in my family. I learnt French for a year, I am now fluent in it and I am trying to see in my short stay, I can start fresh in the 'City Of Love'. You don't have a boyfriend to love, do you?"
Jessica froze in her seat, moved by the tale, beliving every word. Eventually, she spoke up, saying "No... Listen, I am staying in my holiday home, you can visit if you like? I will make you feel at home."
"Thank You" Said Justin, wiping away his sinful tear. Jessica wrote down the address of her home and handed it over to Justin.
"Just don't stress yourself, OK?" said Jessica. "OK" replied Justin. He walked slowly back to his seat and put his headphones back on. "Hook, Line and Sinker"
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