Denis hugged Claudia from behind and nuzzled his cheek next to hers in a tight embrace.
"Come, Denis, let's go," she beckoned as she pulled me away.
Denis changed to be holding Claudia's other hand as I took Louis's and pulled him away quickly.
Claudia and Denis went to go dancing, the night was still young yet, and Louis and I went running off back to the hotel.
Louis didn't catch his breath until he'd reached the street. The rain was still falling, and all of the street seemed desolate in the rain, but beautiful. A few scattered bits of paper blowing in the wind, a gleaming carriage passing slowly with the thick, rhythmic clop of the horse. The carriage stopped in front of Louis and me and out stepped Claudia and Denis.
It turns out that they had gone out and somehow, had decided against going dancing but instead to take a romantic carriage ride back to the hotel. The sky was pale violet.
Denis knew it was time for him to go home. He shed a single sad tear, kissed Claudia on the cheek, and got back into the carriage. He sadly waved as the carriage began to leave, but Louis was already speeding fast, with Claudia besides him leading the way, and ten finally frustrated with the length of Louis's stride, riding in his arms.
"Claudia just doesn't like goodbyes," I told Denis through mind-speak upon seeing his crushed look, "She still loves you." With that, I went to catch up with Claudia and Louis, who were by now near the hotel Saint-Gabriel.
"I don't like them," Claudia said with fury. Even its immense, brightly lit lobby was still in the pre-dawn hour.
Louis sprinted past the sleepy clerks, the long faces at the desk.
I went up to the desk and informed the young clerk that we weren't to be disturbed.
He nodded and his face smacked the table; he was asleep.