A Sketch of Love

A Visit to Paris

Anna had always dreamed of visiting Paris, the city of love. Ever since she was a little girl, she has been fascinated by the culture, history, art, and romance of the French capital. She had read countless books, watched countless movies, and listened to countless songs about Paris. She had imagined walking along the Seine, climbing the Eiffel Tower, exploring the Louvre, and falling in love with a handsome stranger.

To fulfill her lifelong dream, Anna saved up for months, working as a waitress at a local diner to afford the plane ticket and hotel. After packing her bags, buying a guidebook, and saying goodbye to her loved ones, Anna boarded the plane with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She landed in Paris, feeling a surge of joy and wonder.Anna checked into her hotel, a cozy and charming place near the Notre Dame Cathedral. She unpacked her suitcase, freshened up, and grabbed her camera. She immediately started her adventure and headed out to the streets.The sights and sounds of Paris, the city of light greeted Anna. She saw elegant buildings, quaint cafes, colorful flowers, and stylish people. She heard music, laughter, chatter, and horns. She smelled croissants, coffee, perfume, and smoke. She felt the atmosphere, energy, magic, and love.Anna walked around the city, following her instincts and curiosity. She bought a croissant from a bakery and savored its buttery and flaky taste. She bought a beret from a street vendor and put it on her head, feeling chic and fashionable. She bought a postcard from a souvenir shop and wrote a message to her best friend, telling her how amazing Paris was. Anna felt like she was in a movie, living her best life.Anna wondered if she would meet someone special, someone who would sweep her off her feet and make her fall in love. She had always been a hopeless romantic and believed in fate and destiny. She hoped that somewhere in this city, there was a person who was meant for her, who would make her happy and complete.Anna arrived at the Eiffel Tower, the symbol of Paris. She stood in front of it, feeling awe and admiration. She smiled, took a selfie with her phone, and posted it on her Instagram account. She hoped her friends back home would be happy for her, and not too jealous.Anna decided to climb the tower and bought a ticket. She joined the queue and waited for her turn. She was eager to see the view from the top and feel the thrill of being so high.As she was about to enter the elevator, Anna saw him. He was leaning against the railing, looking at the water with a sketchbook in his hand. He had dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a stubble on his chin. He was wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and boots. He looked like a bad boy but with a sensitive side. He was the most handsome guy she had ever seen, and he took her breath away.Anna felt a surge of attraction and curiosity. She wanted to know more about him, what he was drawing, what he was thinking. She wanted to talk to him, to hear his voice, to see his smile. She wanted to get closer to him, to touch his hand, to feel his kiss.Anna walked towards him, pretending to admire the view. She glanced at his sketchbook and saw that he was drawing the Eiffel Tower with a lot of detail and skill. He had captured the beauty and majesty of the tower with his own style and flair. He was an amazing artist, and she was impressed.Anna decided to compliment him and hoped he would notice her."Wow, that's amazing. You're very talented," she said in English, hoping he would understand.He looked up and met her gaze. He smiled, and she felt her heart skip a beat."Thank you. You're very kind," he said in a perfect British accent.Anna was surprised and delighted. He not only spoke English but had a perfect British accent."Are you from England?" she asked, eager to start a conversation.He nodded and closed his sketchbook."Yes, I am. I'm here for a few days, just for fun. And you?" he asked in a friendly tone."I'm from America. I'm here for a week, fulfilling my lifelong dream," she said with a smile.He raised his eyebrows and looked intrigued."Really? What's your dream?" he asked, leaning closer to her.Anna felt a rush of adrenaline and decided to be honest."To fall in love in Paris," she said, blushing.He chuckled and touched her cheek."Well, you're in luck because I think I just fell in love with you," he said and kissed her softly.Anna kissed him back and felt a wave of emotion. She felt his lips, tongue, and breath. She felt his hand, arm, and chest. She felt his warmth, tenderness, and passion. She felt his love, soul, and essence.She felt everything, and she felt nothing.Anna felt him, and he felt her.They broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes. They saw the spark, fire, and light. They saw the truth, depth, and meaning. They saw the love, joy, and bliss.They saw each other and saw themselves.