Hey. I came up with an idea, and I decided to just flow with it, so I hope you enjoy this.

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The town car pulled up in a long line of traffic and came to a complete stop. It was the middle of summer and the bright orange sun was beating down on the city. Outside, people were walking along the sidewalk passing each other in a haze as they all hurried off to work or down towards the fashion stores. Many looked like travelers visiting the city from all over the world, searching for something, or maybe someone.

Sofia peered out of the window through her tinted shades that protected her eyes from the blinding sun that was reflecting over the city under the cast of the Eiffel Tower. She allowed a small smile to form on her lips as she watched the people passing by. They all had lives, and they all had troubles, but the one thing they all had in common was the city of love, Paris.

As the traffic began to move, and the town car roared back into action, Sofia lifted the shades from her eyes and whispered towards the driver in the front seat, "It's even more beautiful than I remembered it." She set the glasses on her head and allowed her eyes to follow the streets as the car moved. "Is it possible it has changed?"

"Ah, Oui," Alexandre's voice came from the front, his strong French accent breaking the whispered silence in the car. Sofia smiled. "But miss, you haven't been back in almost nine years. The city, it hasn't change at all. Maybe you have?"

"Ten years, Alex." Sofia nodded and allowed her eyes to drift off towards the people outside again –unable to think of how much she had changed in the past ten years. They were moving slower now. Less hurried with no set place to be, Sofia thought as the car entered a less busy part of the city, and she allowed her mind to drift off into the past.

Alexandre had been one of two drivers that she would call for a transfer between the airport and Hotel. She had met him on her first trip to Paris, and having had some spare time, he had offered to show her around. Sofia believed a large amount of the love for the city which she held, was partly due to that one day and Alexandre's love for his home. So of course, on the day she returned to Paris, after ten years, Sofia had to call him up, and ask for another transfer.

"I haven't a clue how you managed to stay away for so long, Ma'am." Alex said turning his head after pulling up behind a cyclist, the car almost at a stop. "I left for a week once," He chuckled before adding. "It was supposed to be a two week trip."

"Well, things kept me busy," Answered Sofia who caught his nod from the front seat, letting her know he understood what she meant.

Sofia cast her eyes beside her at the small child lying in the seat beside her; her head resting lightly in Sofia's lap as she slept. She smiled, and ran her fingers lightly through the girl's hair, brushing it from her face as she gazed at the peaceful expression on her face. A small smile on her lips alerting Sofia to the fact that the child was still looking forward to their trip.

Over the other side of the city, Yves climbed into his car and pulled it into action. The roar of the engine startled a woman as she passed by before turning and giving him a slight head shake. His eyes narrowed, and rolled before he pulled the car out of the space and into traffic.

"Ah, come on people." He called out behind the wheel, his hands gripping the leather tight as he looked for a way to get out of the line. Spotting a break in the traffic in the lane beside him, he pulled out, and was back on his way. "Thank you," He called out once more to the car that had to slow down behind him. Even though he knew the driver wouldn't hear him.

As the car passed by building after building, Yves began to settle down. His nerves were beginning to fade and he relaxed into the seat, allowing the car to slow and his eyes to scan the buildings he was passing.

Each building he passed had been the ones he had photographed many times. Ones he had stood beneath and just admired or watched from afar. He had often enjoyed making up small scenarios of who lived in each one, and what their lives would be like. They were buildings that now housed more painful memories than good ones.

However, things were different now. His break from the city and France in general was now allowing him to see its beauty once more. He smiled to himself as he passed these buildings, taking in the beauty and soon found the one that was his most favourite as he pulled up into another line of traffic. This time not caring about the traffic, Yves allowed his eyes to lift and cast on the Eiffel Tower.

It stood there, looming over him as the sun shone bright, allowing the structure to sparkle in all its glory. Yves couldn't remember if it had looked as perfect as this before, but of course, he had something else distracting him then. After a while, the traffic began to break up, and Yves soon found himself moving again in a steady flow of traffic in his intended direction.

As he turned a corner, pulling up to the sidewalk, he caught the first sight of her. Yves smiled and put the car into park as he watched the woman stepping out of the car, her long hair flowing freely. She had a pair of designer shades covering her eyes, but he could still tell it was her.

He lifted his hand, trying to catch her attention as she spun around on the spot, looking around. She smiled once she caught the wave, and gave a large wave back, her free hand lifted to remove the shades from her eyes as she made her way towards his car.

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