One Winter Weekend

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

E mily suddenly felt weak all over. She didn’t want to be obvious, but it was clear there was something still between them.

But what?

Was it just their reminiscing unearthing the remnants of emotions past?

Or was this something entirely new?

“Perhaps,” she replied playfully, as she turned around and continued into the next room.

Here, she saw ancient jewellery and art, papyrus scrolls, more ancient artefacts and mummies. It was more than she had ever expected, and it was only the contents of one of the many rooms within the Louvre.

“Had enough yet?” Patrick asked as they existed the last exhibit.

“How does anyone ever have enough of Paris?” she replied awe-struck. “I don’t think I have enough room in my brain to hold everything I’ve seen today, and we haven’t even toured the art museum yet.”

“We can always come back here,” he suggested. “But it’s near dinnertime now and I’m hungry.”

“Is it? I hadn’t realised it was so late, I was so taken by everything.”

“Then we can come again tomorrow, but right now I need feeding,” he said, then added jokingly. “I’d hate for you to faint from hunger either.”

“That happened only once!” she protested laughing. “I’d had swimming practice that day and woke up too late to get breakfast.”

“I didn’t say anything …” Patrick teased, eyes twinkling and Emily had to laugh at the memory. He still remembered stuff about their past that to her was long-forgotten. Or had been at least.

“Where shall we eat then?” she asked.

“The best place in town.”

“Where’s that?” she queried, wondering what fancy local restaurant he was about to wow her with.

He smiled enigmatically. “You’ll find out when we get there.”