"What else happened in Paris then?" she asked quietly, still staring at the photo of her father looking like an idiot next to someone so beautiful.

"Nothing much really. We were only there for a few days" Amelia looked at him as if he were stupid. "Yes I know it wasn't exactly a wise decision. An eight/nine hour flight for three days!" he exclaimed. Amelia continued to stare at the picture. "We visited the Louvre, of course. And the Museé D'Orsay. We shopping down the Champs-Élysées and the golden triangle of designer shops where I felt so out of place. We went on dates and went to watch movies... It was just a nice weekend away. A weekend away from reality"

They were sitting in a café that was in the middle of the Champs-Élysées in the middle of the day where the temperature was unbelievable. Blair sat there wearing a red sundress with nude heels, fanning herself with a menu. Dan sat there watching her adoringly although he was uncomfortable due to wearing jeans as Blair wouldn't allow him to wear shorts.

"Are you going to let me fan myself then?" she asked, implying that he should pick up a menu and help.

"I'm fine as I am" he smiled. "I have an air con right behind me..." he waved his arms in the air as if he were king. A king that had a menu thrown at his face. "Hey!"

"Sorry" she said, looking at him as he went to pick up the menu off the floor and place it back on the table. "Well, actually I'm not" she teased.

"Oh Waldorf, you are so going to get it when we're out of here" he sunk into his seat.

"That sounded so..." Dan raised his eyebrows. "Kinky" Blair let out a laugh as she said it.

"It could be if you wanted it to be" Dan said, feeling foolish. Blair's cheeks matched the shade of her dress and Dan didn't know whether it was due to the heat or the suggestion just made.

"Bonjour madame-moiselle" a waiter came over with sandy hair, looking at Blair as if she were the only customer in the place. Dan coughed, trying to subtlely tell him that there was someone else there. "Monsieur. Que voulez-vous?"

"Bonjour" she smiled without knowing the effect she had on this poor man. "Nous aimerions ... Deux croque-monsieurs avec deux cafés" she said in a perfect French accent. "Oh, et deux eaux glacées s'il vous plait" the waiter nodded, staring her straight in the eye. "Merci" she spoke and he turned around to get her the order. Dan thought that they would be the first to be served.

"Wow" he put his hands on the table. "It was like I wasn't even here"

"Sometimes I like to pretend that's how it is" she quipped.

"Harsh" he whispered. "But that French accent..." he took a menu and fanned himself with it, acting like a woman when they see a hot man in the old movies. Blair grabbed the menu and smacked him with it causing them both to laugh harder than they had for a long time. Suddenly Blair's face sunk. "Blair?"

Blair forced a smile back onto her face, acting like she didn't just realise that reality was sinking in. Acting like she didn't just think of everything happening back in New York, not thinking about Louis and how hurt he must be. Blair gulped, fixing her eyes on this wonderful man infront of her, looking at her with concern in his deep brown eyes.

"I'm fine. Just too hot" she groaned. Just as she said that, the waiter rushed out with two ice cold waters and the coffees. Blair took the glass and put it to her face, trying to cool herself down. Dan knew it wasn't the heat but he didn't want to press on. Instead he pretended everything was fine and continued their last day in the City of Lights.

"After all of that" Dan was now out of his chair, going to refill his glass of lemonade. "We went back to the hotel and packed. We got a taxi to the airport and flew home. We didn't speak for a couple of weeks. It was... terrible" he sipped on his lemonade, thinking of her in this awful heat that was just like that day in Paris.

"When did you two speak again?" she asked, still looking at the photo.

Dan sighed. "I'll tell you more later" he put down his glass. "I'll find the journal" he went to leave the room. "Are you sure Mom doesn't know?"

"Positive"