The perfect hot, sunny day just left the horizon, quickly replaced by the starry, still pretty warm evening.
Three long months have passed by ever since Leila left London. She exchanged its drizzling streets and that awful murky weather for Paris, the city she adored.
It was already summertime, and Leila loved long summer nights in her city, spent in the open.
And she would be wrapped in complete happiness if not for all those memories of London haunting her even back here.
"Oh! We're going to Cafe de Flor!" Leila exclaimed, following Mark Bernard enter the famous place, one of the oldest coffee houses in the city, literary entwined with long Paris's history.
She finally said yes to dinner with Mark, remarking she wasn't much hungry, and it seemed he chose the perfect place for that.
