The next morning, Aurélie woke up feeling excited and nervous. She had agreed to meet Max at a charming café in Montmartre, and she couldn't wait to see him again.
As she got dressed and ready, Aurélie's mind wandered back to the previous day's encounter. She had felt a spark of attraction that she couldn't ignore, and she was eager to see if it would grow into something more.
When she arrived at the café, Max was already there, sipping a coffee and reading a book. He looked up and smiled as Aurélie approached, and her heart skipped a beat.
"Bonjour," he said, standing up to greet her. "You look lovely today."
Aurélie blushed and thanked him, feeling a little shy but also happy to be in his presence.
As they sipped their coffee and chatted, Aurélie learned more about Max's life. He was a writer, working on his first novel, and he had a passion for history and art.
In turn, Max asked Aurélie about her art, and she found herself opening up to him in ways she never had with anyone before. He listened intently, asking thoughtful questions and offering words of encouragement.
As the morning wore on, Aurélie realized that she was having the time of her life. She felt seen and heard in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
After finishing their coffee, Max suggested they take a walk through the winding streets of Montmartre. Aurélie agreed, and they set off into the sunny afternoon.
As they strolled, they talked and laughed, enjoying each other's company. Aurélie felt a sense of freedom and joy that she hadn't experienced in a long time.
Eventually, they found themselves at the top of the hill, looking out over the breathtaking view of the city. Max turned to Aurélie, his eyes shining with admiration.
"I'm so glad I met you," he said, his voice low and sincere.
Aurélie's heart skipped a beat. "I'm glad too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
As they stood there, the tension between them was palpable. Aurélie knew that she was falling for Max, hard and fast.
But was he feeling the same way?
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