You and Jesse met on a summer day of ‘94, and spent a day - and night - together in Vienna. You were supposed to meet there six months later. Came December 16 and you didn’t show. You wanted to, but it just didn’t work out that day.

Now, here he was in Paris. You read his book about your night together 9 years ago.

You two sat in a café, chatting like back then. He chuckled. “I like getting older. Life feels…I don’t know. It feels more immediate. Like I can appreciate things more.” He said.