I turned to him on my left and said "I want to try something knew."
He smiled at me that cliche smile you see on every face of someone in love but his eyes looked devious, like he was hiding something.
I stepped away from him. I turned on my heels and ran. I don't know why. I turned down the hallway of mirrors, past the Mona Lisa and the Venus Di Milo, down stairs and up stairs pushing through all the tourists snapping pictures and trying to speak in French. I stopped in a room filled with ancient Egyptian artifacts. He walked in from the opposite direction. How did he get there?
"I am French. I come here every year for a class trip, I know my way around," he said sensing the confusion on my face.
"You want to try something knew because you are such a world travler and it is so hard to impress you, is it not?" His accent was thick and he didn't even need the wink to make my heart melt the way it did.
He pulled me down the hallway he had come from. Down two more flights of stairs winding and turing that felt like walking through streets. We ended up in an empty room. The ceilings were low and all white. The entire wall was a window. Straight ahead was the Eiffel Tower.
"I've seen the Eiffel Tower, Frenchie, I thought you were going to show me something knew," I hoped he got my sarcasm, you would think our language barrier would get smaller after four months but I guess our two weeks apart while I was traveling could be something to worry about.
"I thought you were an English major," He was laughing, he must have gotten it.
"I am." Where is he going with this?
"'It's presence in time and space, its unique existence at the place where it happens to be.' You may have been here before but you have never been here with me, therefore it is new."
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