When I finished in the bathroom, I made my way back to the bedroom, wearing only a towel so that I could get into some clothes and dry my hair for the day. I'd been in the shower for almost an hour but when I got back to the room Charles was still there, dressed and cleaned himself, but still there. I was stood there in my towel with my hair dripping down my back and he stood looking at me like he'd never seen anyone fresh out of a shower before but himself. 
"What?" I asked him as I made my way over to my suitcase to retrieve my hair dryer, then walked to where I could sit, in front of the mirror that was in the corner of the room. 
"Rien, rien" he said back, replying in french for some reason. I obviously understood that he was saying  nothing as it was my language too but it was out of the blue and I'd just expected him to answer me in English as we normally do with eachother.
"Are we speaking in French now, hold on. Êtes-vous sûr que ce n'est rien, monsieur leclerc" 
"I'm one hundred percent sure"
"And back to english we go" I laughed, finding myself funny even though he didn't as he rolled his eyes at me. He sat on the bed behind me, his phone in his hand, which had almost overheated last night as the music was still playing when we had woken up this morning. 
I hoped that my towel wouldn't fall down in the mirror as I was drying my hair or else he would have a very clear view of a certain area, which would be extremely awkward for me. Thankfully, I managed to dry and style my hair all whilst having the towel on and it not removing itself from my body. Once it was time for me to dress, Charles did leave the room to give me my privacy and I was able to change into my outfit that I had picked for the day, which was a shirt/dress that I didn't button fully to the top due to the warmth. 
When I left the room, I just missed walking into Lauren as I saw her turn to walk down the stairs and that was good for me as it meant I didn't need to make any small chat, which neither of us would want. Once I got down the stairs myself I could smell the beautiful smell of pancakes and one thing about me is I loved pancakes. In the kitchen were multiple stacks of the sweet breakfast snack and alongside the stacks were different topping choices such as, nutella, strawberries, honey , sugar and lemon. 
Pierre and I sat at the table, helping ourselves to the food and I didn't know who made them but when I took my first bite I genuinely believed these were the nicest pancakes I'd tasted, the only person beating them being my maman. Mine were covered in nutella because I was a sucker for that chocolate spread but to even out the healthiness I'd also added strawberries. Charles entered the kitchen where we were sat and also decided to have a taste as he sat next to me with a plate full himself. 
"I hope we get these every morning" Pierre said, standing up from his seat and taking his empty plate over to where the dishwasher was. Whilst he was putting his plate in the dishwasher, from the other room we all heard pieerrrrreeee gaslyyyyy, and knowing it was Daniel, Pierre didn't think twice about heading to where he had shouted from, leaving me and Charles together again. 
We sat in silence for a little as neither of us wanted to speak whilst we ate, it was manners not to speak with a mouth full. Once we finished, almost in sync with each other, we both made our way over to the dishwasher ourselves to put our plates in. I got a drink of water and made my way back over to the table where I could let my belly settle from all the food I had just ate, being joined by Charles, who now sat in front of me. 
"You have chocolate here" he told me, pointing to just below the left corner of his mouth. I thought he meant that the chocolate was on my left side so I went to wipe it with my finger but he shook his head before leaning over the table. "Here, mon cheri" he said, using his own finger to gently wipe the bit of chocolate that I had just next to my lip.