[Paris, Rue Saint-Jacques, Street outside of Musée de Cluny]
The evening sun cast long shadows across the cobblestone streets as we emerged from the Musée de Cluny.
A comfortable silence settled between us, a rare occurrence in our usual interactions.
"That was..." Camila paused, seemingly searching for the right words.
"Unexpected," she finally said, her voice softer than usual. "I never knew that side of my mother."
"Neither did I," I admitted. "It seems we both learned something new today."
She nodded, pulling a strand of hair back.
"Just... don't tell anyone about this, okay?"
"My lips are sealed," I assured her, shrugging.
"And since we've visited all the places you wanted to see, could we go somewhere I'd like to check out?"
Camila hesitated for a moment, then shrugged.
"Fine. Lead the way... Rel."
"...!"
She... said my name.
