# 3 - Lost

Warnings: strong language

"Tommy, we're lost." You groaned to your best friend. He thought it'd be fun to a trip around Europe after finally finishing uni. Obviously you agreed because it sounds fun, right? Well, that's where you're wrong. Thomas, being the typical Alpha male he is, thought it'd be a good idea to just wander the streets looking for wherever the hell it was that he wanted to take you. You weren't even sure he knew, himself. So here you are, at least 3 hours later, just trying to find your way back to the hotel.

"(Y/N), I'm not lost." He scoffed. You stared at him for a moment before shaking your head.

"I'm going to go ask for help."

"I don't need it!" He called as you walked away, ignoring him. You spotted a man in a leather jacket with a tie around his neck and decided that he seemed approachable, you could only hope he actually spoke English. You strode up to him.

"Hi there." You greeted and he looked up from his phone to you, "My friend got us a bit lost..." You began, jerking your head in Tommy's direction. "So I'm just wondering if you could maybe point us in the right direction?" You asked. It was silent for a moment and you shuffled uncomfortably on the stop. "Or maybe you don't speak English?" You trailed off awkwardly.

"Sorry!" He almost shouted suddenly, making you jump back a bit, pressing a hand to your quickly beating heart. "Sorry for that, too." He cringed and you've never been so glad to hear an American accent. "I just...you're really pretty." He complimented you childishly with a blush on his cheek. You chuckled, your cheeks reddening as well.

"Thank you." You mumbled.

"Anyway," He began, stuffing his phone in his pocket, eager to get over the prior embarrassing events. "Where're you tryna to get?"

"King's Legacy Hotel, heard of it?" You asked hopefully but to your dismay, he shook his head.

"Nope." He answered.

"Where exactly are we?" You asked after a moment of silence.

"Roubaix." He told you.

"Which is where?" You questioned, more cautiously this time.

"France?" He answered confused and it felt like the air had been knocked out of your lungs.

"France?" You breathe and he nodded. You turned to Tommy who was still looking cluelessly at his map. "Thomas, I'm going to kill you!" You yelled and he looked up at you with a raised eyebrow. "We're in fucking France!" He stilled before bursting into loud chains of laughter. "I'm gonna kill him." You murmured, pressing your fingers to your lips. You then realised your owed the confused man in front of you an explanation. "We're supposed to be in Belgium." You told him plainly and he held his hand in front of his mouth though you hear his laughs.

"You seriously ended up in a different country?" He practically screeched. You threw a glare over your shoulder to Thomas.

"Yep."

"Well," He said, calming himself down. "Since you're already here and managed to walk into totally different country, do you want to maybe go and grab a drink?"

"Depends," You smirked. "Do I get a name?"

"Jake Peralta." He grinned, stretching his hand out. You slipped yours into his, shaking firmly.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)."