Soon enough, the police showed up.
Chloe didn't know a word of French, but the boy in the white shirt, who had stepped in earlier, was chatting with the officers in perfect French.
Next thing she knew, the cops were hauling away the blonde guy and the one with the dreadlocks.
The boy in white then ran over to Chloe.
At that moment, Chloe was sitting on a bench in the square. One of her high heels had snapped in half, and her ankle was swollen. Chloe was gently massaging her ankle.
The boy noticed. He rushed over, concerned, and asked, “Miss, are you okay?”
Chloe looked up, pretending to be stern. “If it weren’t for your heroics, I’d be fine.”
The boy’s face turned beet red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were so capable.”
He figured it out then.
She had been fixing the buckle on her heel but was actually timing her kick perfectly. If he hadn’t suddenly lunged, she wouldn’t have had to pull back and wouldn’t have twisted her ankle.
Taking in the boy's blushing cheeks and guilty look, Chloe suddenly laughed. “Kid, I’m just messing with you.”
“You stepped in when I was in danger, reacted quickly, handled the situation decisively, and showed a lot of courage. You did great, and I’m really thankful you helped me.
“And the way you rushed over, it was very cool!”
A big smile spread across the boy’s face. He was a bit embarrassed by the praise, scratching his tousled golden hair.
“I didn’t think much at the time. As a guy, I couldn’t stand by and watch two men bully a woman.”
Chloe laughed heartily. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Pax. What’s your name?”
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