CHAPTER 18
COCO WAS RIGHT—Rhys crashed and burned on his first few attempts. One girl laughed at his pitiful attempts to speak and walked away, and another called her boyfriend over. The guy started off hostile, but he soon realised Rhys was no threat and drew him a map to the nearest hostel. Only the thought of Coco stopped Rhys from skulking back to his hotel room to nurse his wounded pride. Failure wasn’t an option.
His reward came at lunchtime when he struck gold, quite literally. Breakfast had been a solitary croissant and a cup of coffee, and by noon he was starving. He chose a tiny backstreet café to eat in, not because it looked nice, but because it looked cheap. Anywhere within sight of those bloody fountains charged a premium. Surely he couldn’t go wrong with a cheese baguette?
