As they stood there, hands touching, Aurélie felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. She couldn't explain it, but there was something about Max that drew her in, something that made her want to know more.
Max, too, felt a spark of attraction. He couldn't help but notice the way Aurélie's eyes sparkled in the sunlight, the way her hair fell in loose waves down her back.
"Would you like to grab a coffee with me?" Max asked, his voice low and smooth.
Aurélie hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then she smiled, and Max's heart skipped a beat.
"I'd love to," she said.
As they walked to a nearby café, Aurélie couldn't help but notice the way Max moved with confidence, the way he smiled at strangers on the street.
"So, what brings you to Paris?" Max asked, as they sipped their coffee.
Aurélie shrugged. "I'm an artist. I came here to find inspiration."
Max's eyes lit up. "An artist? That's amazing. What kind of art do you make?"
Aurélie smiled. "I paint. Mostly landscapes and portraits."
Max leaned in, his eyes sparkling with interest. "I'd love to see your work."
Aurélie felt a flutter in her chest. No one had ever shown such genuine interest in her art before.
"I'd like that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
As they finished their coffee, Max walked Aurélie back to her apartment, the tension between them palpable.
"Would you like to meet up again tomorrow?" Max asked, as they stood outside Aurélie's door.
Aurélie nodded, her heart racing with excitement.
"I'd love to," she said.
As Max leaned in to kiss her cheek, Aurélie felt a spark of attraction that she couldn't ignore.
Little did they know, this was just the beginning of a whirlwind romance that would sweep them off their feet.
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