This romantic life in Paris was drawing to its end after two glorious months. Mr. Kai Hiwatri was leaving a week earlier than his manager , and about three days before he left, I took him alone to my favorite French restaurant for dinner. I have met him in an antique shop two months ago buying the works of iconic French singers Charles Aznavour, Edith Piaf and Maurice Chevalier, and started talking to him smoothly due to our shared interest in these singers. Paris was a big city but still we met twice again due Goodnight to similar taste in arts and culture. I realized Kai was not a very social person rather like me but I enjoyed his company whenever I was with him so the third time I finally asked his number.

But tonight we drove to the restaurant for dinner in complete silence, a silence so heavy that I could hardly breathe. The restaurant seemed to be far away and yet not far enough. That night, as we sat at the table I felt differently compared to every time before, the temptation to touch him was overpowering and I had almost forgotten myself when I dropped his wine glass, which made me pull myself together. Even tonight we exchanged a few words but he even seemed distracted and so there was no proper discussion.

We decided to walk back to the hotel so for the last time before he left we can truly enjoy the scenery of Paris and no doubt the city glowed during the night and everyone seemed to have a wonderful time. On the way to the hotel we encountered a bridge to be crossed and Kai stopped at the bridge without a word, so I stopped beside him looking on to the calm water. In the distance, a gramophone was playing and the music carried to us.

We stood for a long time without saying a word to each other. I liked to think the parting was disturbing him, we had spent a lot time together during his business stay and I liked to call him a good friend but there was something which he could not have explained and which he was trying to express. It might have been just a fancy of his own, or it may have been the subconscious knowledge of the secret, consuming passion of his friend that was affecting him on this calm and beautiful night as we tarried on the bridge. It seemed to me we stood there for ages, as if neither of us dared break the magic spell of night and music. Our hotel only a little distance from the bridge, and the Goodnight was the only word that passed between us as we parted-everything then went into the darkness.

The car was waiting at the outside of his hotel to take him away from the romantic city of Paris-and away from me. After he had taken his seat ,I gave the gift-a sweater- which I had bought for him and he handed me small package as a parting gift and sweetly said "Good-Bye, hope to see you again soon". I watched him smile towards me after a few moments he was gone.

I opened the gift, it was a beautiful bracelet. There was also an envelope containing his business card and contact information in Russia. I was exhilarated, maybe our relationship did not have to end just then.