She waited there with her pen in her hand. The pen positions under her chin as she waited for something to write about. All she needed was a little a scene as if it were a movie. Just something she could use.

She hadn't imagined she'd write about him.

It was different than she normally wrote, he was by himself and she wondered if he had a girlfriend. With a face like that she was certain he most likely did. But she wrote about him anyway. She made up the pieces that she saw fit to add.

She stopped writing when she heard someone clear their throat from behind her. She whipped her head to see who it was and sure enough, it was him. She closed her notebook and turned around again. "Can I help you?"

"Uh yeah, do you know how to get to Hotel Trianon Rive Gauche - Actuellement overt?"

"Yes. I can walk you there if you'd like. The directions can be complicated."

"Are you sure? I'm sure it can't be too hard," came his reply.

She shrugged, "I have nothing better to do if that's what you're worried about."

He opened his mouth to say something then closed it. He looked into the distance then back at her. "If your completely sure you have nothing else to do. I'd appreciate it."

"I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it." That was all she said before picking up her notebook. She put it in her light blue bag and slung the bag over her left shoulder. "I'm ready whenever you are."

"Let's go then," he replied.

The walk was a decent length but it didn't bother her. She enjoyed the change of events and wanted to live in it as long as she could. It was a strange thing, a paradox perhaps. That someone so afraid of change could find it so intriguing. So intriguing it began to be enjoyable.

It was a rather quiet walk, she was too lost in her fantasies, and he was too lost in his insecurities.

They came across the hotel. Their eyes locked for a second before he turned away. "Thank you," he paused.

"It's too early for names," she said, holding onto her bag.

"I agree," he said. "Just thank you, I can see how directions could be complicated."

"You're welcome," she smiled shyly. "I'd better get going,"

"Me too."

She began to walk but only made it a few feet before turning around. He was already gone. She turned back around and made her way back home.

The first thing she did when she got home was write. This time she didn't have to see it to write it, her mind was full of ideas and fantasies. She only hoped nobody would read those pages, cause they were dear to her heart. For once they were the words of her heart.