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"So I do not know." Annie tilted his head and bit her lower lip. "I like him more in remembrance."
Louis laughed and shook his head. "I can not imagine that he has shrunk."
Annie her husband stepped on his foot and looked at him angrily. "Do not make fun of me, Louis Weasley" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"You do not seriously want the Eiffel Tower shrunk since your last visit, is not it? "asked Louis now seriously.
Annie shook her head. "No, not really. But he still looks smaller somehow, do not you? "
Louis put an arm around her shoulders. "Maybe it's because you're standing this time further away?" He suggested.
Annie nodded, laughing. "Yes, but it could be real. I have not thought of. "
" Well you see, "said Louis satisfied. "You want up?" He asked, pointing to the Tower.
"no. Last time, we have been the legs in the stomach. And it has drawn up terrible. From here on I like it better. "She buried her hands in her coat pockets and looked around. "But perhaps we could go into one of the little cafes. I slowly got the feeling that my fingers freeze. "
" We do not, of course, "Louis replied immediately. He took one of Annie's in his hands and pulled her with him to a cafe in a side street. When he was living in Paris, had He had worked there for a while. It was not a typical café for tourists and that he loved. They also had at Christmas always placed a small tree.
Annie followed him willingly. She liked the coffee at first. There was a festive mood and it worked incredibly comfortable. She sank down on a cushioned bench and wanted to grab the map, but Louis stopped her.
entered a moment later, a blond waitress at her table and almost had their pad dropped when she saw Louis. "I do not think so," she cried in French. "What are you doing here, Louis?"
Louis stood up and hugged the blonde waitress profusely. "I'm hoping that you're working today," he confessed, and she looked searchingly. "You look good."
The waitress blushed and beat Louis in his arms. "You old charmer you," she said, flattered. "And you look fantastic. England you seem to be getting good. "
Louis shook his head. "Not England." He pointed at Annie, who had observed two suspicious. You had not known that Louis knew someone here. And although she was not really jealous and trusted her husband, it was not a pleasant feeling to watch as much as he was pleased to see a very pretty young woman. Especially if they did not understand a word of what he said. "May I introduce, this is my wife Annie." Louis said proudly.
"And Annie, that's Lucille," he said then Enlisch to Annie. "I've worked here a few years ago and Lucille has proved to be a fantastic tour guide."
Pleased "me, knowing you "Learn," said Annie, trying to keep out the negative emotions of their own voice. Unfortunately it did not succeed completely.
"mixed Auschwitz," Lucille replied in English with very heavy accent. She smiled at Annie happy. Then she looked reproachfully at Louis. "You have not said how pretty is your Annie." She said reproachfully.
Louis laughed. When he had thought then that he had lost Annie to a foreign man, he had spent much time here and complained Lucille depressed are suffering. She had worked hard to cheer him up, war aber kläglich gescheitert. "Ich dachte, das versteht sich von selbst.", erwiderte er schulterzuckend und setzte sich wieder hin. "Kannst du uns zweimal die Spezialmischung bringen?"
Lucille nickte. Zärtlich nahm sie seine Hand und drückte sie. "Ich freu mich, dass du so glücklich bist, Louis.", sagte sie ehrlich.
Louis strich mit dem Daumen über ihren Handrücken. "Ich mich auch", gab er zu und ließ ihre Hand wieder los. Lucille entfernte sich rasch vom Tisch, um noch eine andere Bestellung aufzunehmen. Louis wandte back to his wife, who looked at him now really angry. "What?" He asked, confused.
"So I have my Christmas present with her husband," she said acidly. "The fact that I can watch as he flirts with a sharp woman. Really great. Thank you very much recommend that you have given me this trip. "
Louis raised his hands. "Wait a minute," he said. "You think we ..." He broke into loud laughter. Annie looked at him confused. She could not imagine for the life of what it should be funny. "Lucille was my best friend here. We have together started working in this cafe and made the shed into what it is today. She showed me Paris and introduced me to her friends. She has made sure that I have felt so comfortable here. But we had really nothing going. Since I know she is engaged to a crazy big, intimidating, very nice French. You have already learned in the sandbox to know. I was even at her wedding. "
Annie breathed in relief. "You really never have ...?"
Louis shook his head. Lucille was something like a sister to him was. To her he had never had a romantic interest. In many other women in Paris, yes, but not in her. For most it was anyway so drunk that he would remember not even on her if he would stand before them. In the end, Annie was the only woman in his life that had really counted. And it would always do.
"Absolutely not," he said firmly. He took her hand and kissed it. "You're so cute when you're jealous.", He added, grinning.
Annie rolled her eyes laughing. "Oh, shut up, Louis."
He leaned over and kissed her tenderly. "No, really. There is no other person with whom I would rather be here now. I love you. "
Annie sighed happily. Gently she ran her hand across his cheek. "I love you too."
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