Love you, Paris

▫️◽White ◽▫️

"The clouds...so fluffy and huge, so near and yet so far. So bright and still so light...no, that sounds strange. I should try it another way around."
Armin chews his lips as he watches the clouds with passionated eyes. It doesn't happen often but if he gets an inspiring thought to write a poem he won't stop thinking about it until he's completely satisfied. Even if that's going to take hours...basically that's the way how Armin beats his time until he arrives.
He looks outside the window.
Getting into thoughts again.
The clouds slowly change in a calm way.
So cold, so smooth.
So pretty, so icy.
So dangerous, so far
and yet so marvelous.
"Yes, that's perfect!", he yells happily inside his mind and writes down every word into his small book of his poems.
Now he finally can close his eyes and just fall into his dreams until he arrives at night in Paris.

Noises.

Voices.

Everyone is standing up. Did we finally arrive at the airport?

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Half an hour later Armin can finally leave the airport with his luggage. On the parking lot he looks out for a white car with stickers of kittens on it. At least that's the one Carly told him about.
It's getting colder since it's 3 a.m..
And besides of that all streets are wet from the rain and sparkle colorful by the lights which gets mirrored by the
puddles.

Shivering.
Cold.
Wet.
Tired.

That's all Armin feels right now as he breaths shakily into his Grey coat.
He forms his freezing fingers into fists and tries warming them up.
But it doesn't really work that well.
No wonder, it's November.

"Excusez-moi. Avez-vous vu passer un homme de grande taille?"

Suddenly his busy thoughts get distracted by a deep but still soft and gentle female voice. As he lifts up his head his view frozes by the view of a beautiful, blond woman with cristal blue eyes. Her gaze, as sharp as broken glass. And her smooth white skin... But her suit... a police officer?