Paused; looking up at the light show, he clumsily attempted to hold my hand. I moved it out of reach, told him he reminded me of my brother and smiled sweetly. I ruined his attempt at romance there on what my memory faintly tells me was a street around Chatelet.
I'd already visited the city a few times and had at that point just arrived there to spend the next four months living and working in Paris as a Stagiaire. From that night onward I began to like the Eiffel Tower; especially her nightly showings of bright lights and sparkle. That night's date was perhaps the second or third with him but definitely the last. I lost one friend but gained another.
