giving him lately.
“It’s okay,” he says dismissing the issue and giving me a big warm smile. “We’re in Paris now! City of love…” He takes me in his arms and kisses me hard. When he stops, I look into his eyes and smile.
“I’ve seen this look before,” I say laughing. “You must be up to no good. What are you cooking up?”
“Well I’ll be damned if I’m going to be in Paris with you and not be able to be with you.”
“Okay… what’s your plan? You look like a man with a plan.”
“Oh, yes I have a plan,” he says giving me his crocked smile that screams ‘I’m up to no good.’ It’s quite irresistible. “We have to take this opportunity since Susan is not around,” he continues. “Here’s the deal. I’ve already talked to Ted and James and they’ll cover for us. If anyone asks about me, they’ll say I’m hooking up with some groupie.” I roll my eyes at him but he ignores me and continues to lay out his plan. “As for you, you will go back downstairs and tell your new bodyguard that you are back from your walk and that you are going to your room for the rest of the day and you wish not to be disturbed until tomorrow. Then you get on the elevator and go down to the garage, I’ll be waiting for you there.”
“I see you are going with pretty elaborate and completely insane… Okay, let’s do it,” I say excited.
I follow my instructions and go to find Big Bob in the lobby.
“Hey Big Bob,” I say when I see him. “I’m back. Thanks for giving me some space. You can go relax now I’m not going anywhere anymore. I’ll be in my room, if anyone asks for me please tell them I don’t want to be disturbed.” I feel a bit guilty about flat out lying to him like that but not enough to stop me.
“Okay, will do, mam, I mean Lorelai.” He corrects himself quickly. I smile at him and then walk to the elevator. I make sure he sees me as I’m getting in, then I press the button to go down to the garage. As I walk out, I see Chris waiting for me in this shiny, spiffy, candy apple red sports Audi. I climb in the car and he immediately speeds off out into the street the sound of rubber on asphalt echoes against the cement walls.
“Nice ride,” I say. “Where did you get the car?”
“It’s a rental. I put a request with the concierge before we arrived.”
I look at him surprised.
“What?” he asks me, smiling.
“Nothing I’m just impressed at your resourcefulness.”
“You ain’t seen anything yet!”
We drive around some of Paris’s most famous sites, passing by the Arc the Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower. Then, through the slow moving traffic we make our way to the Museé Rodin. At this time of the year, winter was already taking its grips on the city and so there weren’t many tourists around but the streets are still filled with trucks and Parisians. We walk around the museum first admiring the beautiful artwork and afterwards take a chilly walk around the gardens still very pretty with some of its fall foliage and of course its beautiful sculptures.
“This was a lovely choice,” I say to him as we are walking back to his car.
“Well I thought the Louvre would be too crowded to keep a low profile.”
“It was for the best, this was way more romantic.” I say smiling.
After we leave the museum area he drives to a small bistro for dinner. The restaurant is tiny, with dim romantic lighting and fantastic food. It was obviously a restaurant mostly frequented by French locals. We are the only couple speaking in English but no one gave us a second glance.
“This place is perfect. How on earth did you find this place?”
“I asked at the hotel for a dinner place that had zero tourists and was not some hip place to ‘be seen’.”
“Very smart. I don’t think we ever had dinner in a restaurant , just the two of us like this, at least since we started dating.”
“Yeah this whole hiding thing really sucks sometimes.”
“You mean sucks most of the
“It’s okay,” he says dismissing the issue and giving me a big warm smile. “We’re in Paris now! City of love…” He takes me in his arms and kisses me hard. When he stops, I look into his eyes and smile.
“I’ve seen this look before,” I say laughing. “You must be up to no good. What are you cooking up?”
“Well I’ll be damned if I’m going to be in Paris with you and not be able to be with you.”
“Okay… what’s your plan? You look like a man with a plan.”
“Oh, yes I have a plan,” he says giving me his crocked smile that screams ‘I’m up to no good.’ It’s quite irresistible. “We have to take this opportunity since Susan is not around,” he continues. “Here’s the deal. I’ve already talked to Ted and James and they’ll cover for us. If anyone asks about me, they’ll say I’m hooking up with some groupie.” I roll my eyes at him but he ignores me and continues to lay out his plan. “As for you, you will go back downstairs and tell your new bodyguard that you are back from your walk and that you are going to your room for the rest of the day and you wish not to be disturbed until tomorrow. Then you get on the elevator and go down to the garage, I’ll be waiting for you there.”
“I see you are going with pretty elaborate and completely insane… Okay, let’s do it,” I say excited.
I follow my instructions and go to find Big Bob in the lobby.
“Hey Big Bob,” I say when I see him. “I’m back. Thanks for giving me some space. You can go relax now I’m not going anywhere anymore. I’ll be in my room, if anyone asks for me please tell them I don’t want to be disturbed.” I feel a bit guilty about flat out lying to him like that but not enough to stop me.
“Okay, will do, mam, I mean Lorelai.” He corrects himself quickly. I smile at him and then walk to the elevator. I make sure he sees me as I’m getting in, then I press the button to go down to the garage. As I walk out, I see Chris waiting for me in this shiny, spiffy, candy apple red sports Audi. I climb in the car and he immediately speeds off out into the street the sound of rubber on asphalt echoes against the cement walls.
“Nice ride,” I say. “Where did you get the car?”
“It’s a rental. I put a request with the concierge before we arrived.”
I look at him surprised.
“What?” he asks me, smiling.
“Nothing I’m just impressed at your resourcefulness.”
“You ain’t seen anything yet!”
We drive around some of Paris’s most famous sites, passing by the Arc the Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower. Then, through the slow moving traffic we make our way to the Museé Rodin. At this time of the year, winter was already taking its grips on the city and so there weren’t many tourists around but the streets are still filled with trucks and Parisians. We walk around the museum first admiring the beautiful artwork and afterwards take a chilly walk around the gardens still very pretty with some of its fall foliage and of course its beautiful sculptures.
“This was a lovely choice,” I say to him as we are walking back to his car.
“Well I thought the Louvre would be too crowded to keep a low profile.”
“It was for the best, this was way more romantic.” I say smiling.
After we leave the museum area he drives to a small bistro for dinner. The restaurant is tiny, with dim romantic lighting and fantastic food. It was obviously a restaurant mostly frequented by French locals. We are the only couple speaking in English but no one gave us a second glance.
“This place is perfect. How on earth did you find this place?”
“I asked at the hotel for a dinner place that had zero tourists and was not some hip place to ‘be seen’.”
“Very smart. I don’t think we ever had dinner in a restaurant , just the two of us like this, at least since we started dating.”
“Yeah this whole hiding thing really sucks sometimes.”
“You mean sucks most of the
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