One Night In Paris

"Are you following me?" Lola questioned, batting her eyelashes in a way of showing her humor, she was merely joking around but hoped that he would catch her drift.

His chuckle sounded huskier than she had remembered, the drink in her hand bringing her head to a spin. "Quite the contrary, I believe that fate brought us together, for what are the odds the one night we both spend in Paris, we spend together?"

It was nothing, everything and fate that had lead both Lola and Nikoulas to end up spending the rest of the night together, in a city he knew like the back of his hand with a woman he knew nothing about.