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▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ the girl from impanema ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
February/15th/2018 _________________
On a rainy night in Paris, the city transforms into a realm of enchantment. The cobblestone streets glisten under the soft glow of street lamps, casting ephemeral reflections of passing cars and umbrellas. The scent of rain-kissed cobblestones with hints of freshly baked goods wafting from nearby cafes, creating bouquets that fills the air.
In hidden courtyards and beneath wrought-iron balconies draped with ivy, lovers steal kisses, their embraces warmed. The Seine River, swollen and serene, flows languidly beneath arched bridges adorned with ancient stone carvings, while the Eiffel Tower stands sentinel against the darkened sky, its iron lattice illuminated by intermittent flashes of lightning.
Above it all, the heavens open intermittently, sending cascades of raindrops that patter on rooftops and dance upon the surface of café tables.
On a rainy night in Paris, the city's romance is magnified, its beauty heightened by the embrace of the rain. It is a night where every corner holds a glimpse of memories.
Callum sighed, slamming his phone down against the counter of a bar at a Hotel he was staying in—somewhere in the middle of paris.
He was already annoyed as he got wait listed for a role, he tried hard for. He downed some of his whiskey, taking a deep breath as he made the liquor in his glass spin by the sublte movement of his hand.
And as if it couldn't get worse, someone sat beside him. The last thing he'd want is company, He sighed audibly as he glanced over at a brown skinned woman that was next to him she was wimping and had a tissue in her hand, was she crying?
She pulled out a black round mirror that had two white C's embroidered on the back. He watched her take the tip of the tissue and poke herself in the eye, she was absorbing her tears with the tip of the tissue.
He almost groaned in annoyance upon hearing the cries beside him, but he had to remind himself with deep breathes that the person next to him wasn't the reason for his shitty day...so it wouldn't be that bad to be kind. He just hoped that he could get through this interaction quick and easy.
He turned towards her, a charming-neutral expression on his face as he eyed her from his seat.
"Is there something wrong?" She asked turning over to him
"What?"he asked
"..you're staring" She replied closing her mirror turning over to him.
The second they made eye contact, she felt a slight tingle down to her feet as he looked her in the eye.
"I'm sorry" He spoke sarcastically keeping his eyes locked with hers as he took another sip of the whiskey that remained in his glass. She turned slowly back to the front of the counter and slid her mirror in her cheap Prada bag.
