Olivia

We spent an hour there, me examining every window while Alexander watched with amused patience. When we finally left, the afternoon sun was warm on our faces.

"Hungry?" Alexander asked.

"Starving. Where are we eating tonight?"

"There's this tiny bistro near our hotel. Nothing fancy, just really good French food."

"Sounds perfect."

Dinner was exactly what he'd promised: simple, classic French cuisine in a cozy space filled with locals rather ...