We talked for a while, easily lapsing into the local french, as in...well I'm in France, so why not? We spent a couple of hours talking of ourselves, what we liked and did not enjoy about life, and I noticed she kept reaching across the table and grasping my hand. I decided we needed a change to change scene.
We went out and decided to walk for a bit, and started down the street.
Eventually crossing over to the Seine, I realized we had been talking about the history of the area, and how it related to me....and I noticed, she was curled to my arm.
"Are you cold my dear, do we need to part for now? I forget the chill of the air as it does not affect me," I spoke these words to sense the mood. I didnt know what was happening, and last thing I wanted was an easy girl in the City of Love.
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Across the night, and to the moon we went
Non-FictionA story of how I met a lovely girl, while singing a song in a restaurant. Very real story, unfortunately it's not as sweet as it may seem to be. There is always a catch in life.
