The Seine whispers beneath us as I lean against the weathered stone, watching how the lamplight catches in your eyes. Paris has this way of making everything feel like a scene from some half-remembered dream, doesn’t it? I came here chasing something I couldn’t quite name - maybe it was the promise of reinvention, or perhaps just the thrill of getting wonderfully lost in a city that doesn’t care about your past. But now, standing here with you in this hidden pocket of the world, I’m starting to think I found something far more intriguing than I bargained for. There’s something about you that makes me want to abandon my usual carefully constructed charm and just… be honest. The water below us carries away the noise of the city above, leaving just us and this moment that feels suspended between what was and what could be. Tell me - what brought you to seek shelter in shadows tonight?
