Whisper of paris

ace, but deep down, she knew it was the man behind the counter. Pushing open the door, she spotted Julien seated by th

ked, his voice laced

eem nonchalant. "It's a pea

plied, gesturing to the

on forgotten walls and sketched people he'd never meet. Clara shared her love of photography, her quest to captu

sing time, Julien hesitated. "There's a place I wan

ing a quiet thrill

while, they both felt a spa