"Bonsoir, avez-vous une table pour deux?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't understand you. What was that?"
At the snobby voice of the blonde host wearing the classic black and white uniform Ari blinked, before switching to English thinking that the restaurant policy had changed from all the workers knowing speaking French.
"Can I get a table for two?"
"Much better. I recommend practicing your French a bit more so your your accent sounds more authentic. That way when you speak, people can actually understand you."
"…..quoi?"
What the hell did he mean by practice more, so his accent sounds authentic?
This was an authentic Parisian with a southwestern French accent, developed by only speaking French with his parents and living in France, okay?
As Ari was deciding whether to argue or ask him to call the owner, the host continued in a snobby voice.
"Did you make a reservation?"
"No."
Since when was a reservation needed?
