We began to drive into town. It was mid-winter, so the snow was currently falling down, perfectly for the setting as we drove through the rows of trees around us. We got into town, we moved around a lot, with his tour and everything. Right now, we were currently in Montreal, Canada, we had a house there together. It was a Sunday night, and all the shops and restaurants that we were passing looked to be closed or deserted... Nothing was open, then why were we in town? We got to the center of town, right before a small intersection. Louis parked the car and we sat there. Softly the song "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" by the Script was playing on the car radio. The scene was beautiful. We were in Old Montreal, on a cobblestone road, surrounded by small shops and old businesses, as the snow fell softly. It reminded me of Europe. It was peaceful, like we were the only two in the entire world.
