The first thing Salma noticed about Paris was the cold. Mansur had previously informed her about it, since he had already been to Paris almost twelve times. She was wearing black skinny jeans with knee length boots and a white wool sweater. Her baby-pink floral scarf was wrapped around her head, clipped in place beside her ear.
The airport smelled clammy and suffocating. All around, people were smiling widely as they reunited with their loved ones, while others cried as they parted with each other. The noise and chatter echoing across the airport made Salma cringe. She had just woken up from a nap.
"Bari in dako jakankunan (I'll get the bags)." Mansur said, smiling at her briefly. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a navyblue turtleneck and a black blazer. His Chelsea boots were lac
