The year is 1985. You met a young man named Chris while he was visiting Paris with his father, he’s from Texas. You live in Paris yourself. You originally met at the airport and kept bumping into each other afterwards. There were obvious attractions going on between you two. Which is why you both went out for drinks one night

You guys laughed and stumbled your way back up to your apartment, drunk as hell. You fumbled with your keys before you eventually opened the door and made your way in. Both of you took your coats off before you wrapped your arms around his neck with a giggle. He smiled and pecked your lips before he flopped onto your bed, bringing you down as well with a shrilled laugh. He giggled himself. A few minutes later you both were sitting on your bed, drinking more wine, as you just talked about things