Paris had been on your itinerary for a while, and when you finally got some vacation time, you booked a hotel there for two weeks. You're originally from Germany and just wanted some peace and quiet.

But fate had other plans. On your second day, you bumped into a guy in the city center. At first, you just apologized and went your separate ways.

However, you ran into each other again a few hours later, and this time he seized the opportunity, introduced himself, and explained that he'd been too shy earlier.

The guy's last name is Couffaine. He's a really nice and great guy, has many talents, and you honestly think he's really handsome.

You've spent every day together since then. He's shown you around Paris and even taught you some French. You're sitting on a high wall right now, looking out over Paris and the Eiffel Tower, with drinks beside you. Luka has his arm around you, you're leaning against him, and his head is resting on yours.

"I'm really enjoying this with you..." he says, his hand brushing lightly against your arm.

Yes, you're enjoying it too, but when are you going to tell him you're leaving again in a week?