They walked along the Seine.
At first, during their initial meetings, they talked a lot – learning the who, what, when, where, why, and how of each other’s lives.
After almost two months of sitting at cafés and visiting all the touristy sights of Paris, Anna and Jacques had settled into a quiet pace of their relationship.
“Do you miss America?” he asked.
Anna hesitated. She watched the gentle ripples of the Seine. She had read somewhere that the river flowed northwest through Troyes, then Paris, and eventually to the English Channel near Le Havre – 473 miles total. She had not kept track of how long it has been since she left home.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I haven’t really thought much of it.”
Jacques moved his hand toward hers but instead put it in his coat pocket.
Anna was aware of this and was relieved with the choice he made.
She was content with his presence.
He was uncertain how to act in hers.
The wind picked up and the river’s steady flow grew choppy. Jacques was well aware that the River Seine cut right through the heart of his city.