[There's a slight rise to her eyebrow. She's leaning towards him continue to half-joke with that, but there's an inkling in the back of her mind that tells her otherwise.]
I don't know about that. I'm a pretty terrible trip companion. I like to sightsee too much.
[And maybe it'll stay that way, the both of them too scared to move forward, to ask the questions that need to be asked, because it might make this thing an actual thing.]
It is nice. Especially the little section of Paris where I lived. [She looks pretty wistful at the memories. Those were her happiest years.] I never got to go see the countryside.
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[A long pause, and then...]
If I ever run away, you can come with me.
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I don't know about that. I'm a pretty terrible trip companion. I like to sightsee too much.
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[How little they really know about each other...]
Yeah. I wanna go there. Always thought it'd be nice.
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It is nice. Especially the little section of Paris where I lived. [She looks pretty wistful at the memories. Those were her happiest years.] I never got to go see the countryside.
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