"i'm awfully sorry to intrude, but i was so struck...by your beauty, that i thought, perhaps i can offer you a glass of champagne," he said to you, then gestured to the booth seat beside you, "is this seat taken?"

you smiled and leaned your head back against the mirror behind you, "no. i don't mind."

paul was handsome - even with his graying hair, wrinkling skin. he still had a youthful glow to him. the lines on his face when he smiled drew you in more than you would ever admit.

he clapped his hands together and called for the waiter. then he looked back at you, the smile still on his face. you didn't know much about him. not even his name. he didn't know your name either. the two of you knew nearly nothing about each other, spending hours together in the old, run down paris apartment.

you knew he wanted more than that. that he wanted a real relationship with you. so, do you want that with him? or continue the little rendezvous?