The city of Paris was bustling with life even at night bars filled with people dancing, laughing, singing, kissing— you name it someone’s doing it.

The bohemians had dragged Christian off to a local Jazz Bar in town the club stunk of sweat, smoke, perfume it was oddly addictive. The bar was small slightly cramped the live band playing in tune with the heart of Paris. The sound of shoes clattering on the ground drums, saxophones, trumpets filling the air as people spun around.

Women in short dresses men in suits and top hats swaying to the beat and Christian decided instead of listening to the chatter at the bohemian table he was going to dance. His eyes landed on a woman alone dancing as well someone who seemed to throughly be enjoying herself.

dancing with a stranger

A gorgeous one at that.

“Excuse me— perhaps you would like a dance?”

He asks extending his hand and the woman graciously takes it with a big grin on her face. The two dance bodies against each other almost as if rehearsed their feet moving in rhythm as they danced together.