It was a quiet morning. Nina could hear the little birds sitting on the roof and chant their lovely song. The sun was shining through a little whole which the curtains offered. She could hear people walking on the streets and talking in french. She understood nearly everything but right now she just didn't want to face ou hear other people. She could smell something like croissants and baguettes and fleurs and something sweet which she didn't know. She was trying to figure out why she could smell all this things but then she recognized that the window was a bit opened.
She still didn't want...