“Quoi?”
It happens every time I get cocky and imagine I can speak French.
Someone screws up their face, lets their mouth fall open and peers into my eyes searching for meaning.
“La soupe. Ou se trouve la soupe? [Where is the soup?]” I said again.
“Quoi?”
It happens every time I get cocky and imagine I can speak French.
Someone screws up their face, lets their mouth fall open and peers into my eyes searching for meaning.
“La soupe. Ou se trouve la soupe? [Where is the soup?]” I said again.
