Paris, 1998 By the time they left the club, the metros had shut down for the evening and a soft rain had begun to fall. They decided to hop into a taxi passing down Rue de Rivoli. He had been watching her dance inside La Scala with a group of her friends for quite some time. It wasn’t until she elevated herself onto a tall stage block to dance that she noticed him seated in a booth along the perimeter, though. They maintained eye contact until she finally came down. They went straight for one another. There were coy introductions and false modesty. The minor language barrier didn’t deter them. They alternated between being on the dance floor and kissing in a booth till exhaustion and the thinning out of patrons, closing down of the place, took them outside. Her friends had long ago left for their hotel, and his workmates had long ago lost interest. They didn’t want to part ways yet.
Sleepovers II
Sleepovers II
Sleepovers II
Paris, 1998 By the time they left the club, the metros had shut down for the evening and a soft rain had begun to fall. They decided to hop into a taxi passing down Rue de Rivoli. He had been watching her dance inside La Scala with a group of her friends for quite some time. It wasn’t until she elevated herself onto a tall stage block to dance that she noticed him seated in a booth along the perimeter, though. They maintained eye contact until she finally came down. They went straight for one another. There were coy introductions and false modesty. The minor language barrier didn’t deter them. They alternated between being on the dance floor and kissing in a booth till exhaustion and the thinning out of patrons, closing down of the place, took them outside. Her friends had long ago left for their hotel, and his workmates had long ago lost interest. They didn’t want to part ways yet.