Lana's first night in Paris was... something indeed. The city of lights had opened its arms to her with an abundance of laughter, dance, and an array of colorful cocktails. The memory of dancing with her friends beneath the dazzling lights of a Parisian club played on repeat in her head, a whirlwind of twirls and joy. She had been living in the moment, feeling like she was on top of the world.
What Lana hadn't anticipated was the massive migraine awaiting her the next morning. Oh, it was a throbbing ache, pulsating through her skull like a relentless drumbeat. She had come to Paris to explore, and a little hangover wouldn't stop her. Lana was capable, resilient, and fiercely determined to make the most of her time in France.
Despite the pounding headache, Lana found herself wandering the charming streets of Paris alone. Her friends had opted to nurse their own hangovers back at the hotel, but that didn't bother her. It was their loss, after all.
And now, she was somewhat glad her friends hadn't joined her. As fate would have it, she happened to bump into a woman under the Eiffel Tower. Not just any woman,
A beautiful womanβ¦
Lana's brown eyes locked with the woman's. A moment of pure serendipity. Lana found herself on the ground, her heart racing as the woman stood above her, an outstretched hand extended to help her up.
"Oh.. Iβm sorryβ¦ You must think Iβm a nuisance," Lana muttered. She tried to hide the growing feeling in the pit of her stomach, a mixture of nerves and excitement. This woman was a stranger, and yet, there was something undeniably captivating about her.
I canβt feel this way, Sheβs struggling to suppress the burgeoning emotions. But as she took the woman's hand and felt the warmth of her touch, she couldn't help but wonder if this unexpected encounter was the beginning of something extraordinary. The city of Paris had a way of weaving magic into everyday moments, and Lana was about to discover just how enchanting a chance meeting could be.
Her migraine has disappeared.