{contest} Combo, in France

Potter sat on the bench and banged her head against the wall. Why on earth she had agreed to go with Harv and the studio was beyond her. She could remember the conversation clearly.1

"Oh, my dear you must come! We'll be shooting in the city of love this summer and I need my best manager there!" 2

"But Harv, I just a tech. I'm not a manger yet."3

"Then we'll make you one! Come now, Red. You're not going to deny an old man the pleasure of having a beauty like you by his side are you?"4

"Harv, I can't. I've got to care for my siblings while my mom's away. Some business with our extended family."5

"Don't worry! I have it all taken care of! I have a friend in the nanny industry who is more that willing to care for your brother and sisters. But I think Moss is old enough to care for himself. Let's have him join us!"6

Potter couldn't believe her mother had agreed to the arrangements. She couldn't believe she was stuck with her younger brother in the most romantic city in the world. Sure, it was a chance of a lifetime but pre-regret hung over Potter's head every time she tried to look on the bright side. Something was bound to happen. Something that wouldn't be able to be reversed.7

But in spite of her worries, Potter enjoyed herself. As it turned out her promotion had been very empty. Harv hadn't needed her help with anything. When they had arrived, a whole crew of managers had appeared to help with the shooting. It pissed Potter off knowing that Harv had tricked her into having a vacation. I could have at least brought my material from school. I've got college forms to fill out, Harv! Moss on the other hand was more than content.8

"C'mon Potter this is Babe central, have you seen the nude beaches?"9

Potter looked up at her younger brother and frowned. "There aren't any nude beaches in this area. You'd have to take a train out to the coast."10

The teen boy just shrugged and shouldered his bag, "Then train it is!" Before Potter could protest he was out the door. 11

"At least he has a cell phone."12

Knock, Knock "Escuse-moi, mademoiselle. Monsieur 'Arvi wishes for you to take a tour of one of the galleries." 13

Potter sighed and ambled to the door. When she opened it, the bellhop handed her a packet of brochures and keys.14

"What's this?"she said, holding up the small set of keys.15

"That is for your moped. Compliments of Monsieur 'Arvi. That is a list of place with in distance he thought would interest you."16

The young man smiled and bounced a little as he returned down the hall.17

Shit, what was 'thank you', again?18

"Oh,um. Mercy!"19

The young man paused and turned back. "Oh, it's 'Merci', mademoiselle. Du rien. Au revoir!"20

"Bye...I'm mean..oh-wah." The bellhop corrected her before stepping onto the elevator. Potter bit her lip. She sounded like an idiot. She couldn't tell th difference between what he said and what she said. "Guess I'll just have to stick to English for now, it might be rude to reply in Spanish."21

After dressing and picking out a close museum that interest her