Jenny – Paris
It would always be their city. Just like two people sharing their first kiss or falling in love for the first time would have a song and it would be their song for the rest of their life. Knowing that if they were with someone else when that song came on, it would mean nothing to the other. And that's what it was like for her – Paris was theirs. Where they fell in love, made love. Even though she had returned for various conferences and another mission with anti – terrorism, it was never the same. I was different. They didn't understand what Paris meant to her – no one ever would. Except for one person.
She felt his arms wrapping around her stomach and he kissed her neck as they stood on the balcony, both in silence looking at the Eiffel Tower. Their first trip back to their city in twelve years.