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    I slowly exhale. “It’s beautiful.”
    Tristan is watching me.
    “I’ve never seen anything like it.” I don’t know what more to say. After taking a few snaps, where I insisted on taking them myself instead of letting Tristan do it, we keep walking ahead.
    We soon enter an area even more touristy and busy, crammed with bustling restaurants and shops and hotels. Grocery shops are filled with the most vibrant produce, tomatoes as big as apples, raspberries as big as strawberries. The roads are narrow and street vendors shout in broken English from all corners. This is sublime, I could spend hours getting lost and exploring every crack and crevice.
    “Where are we?” I wish I didn’t have to ask so many questions, I sound like a typical tourist.
    “ Le Marais . Do you like falafel?”
    I nod eagerly. “Yes, I love it!”
    He takes me to the heart of the Jewish quarter where we have to wait in line for a taste, but boy was it worth it. The crunch, the explosion of flavours and herbs, the freshness is sublime .
     
    Afterwards, we grab a coffee to go and we keep exploring the rest of Le Marais . He takes me to Place des Vosges , a lovely preserved square. There’s so much life, energy and history entrenched here. I cannot get enough of window shopping all the boutiques and small specialty shops selling just about everything I can think of. I love Paris and if I’m to be honest, I’m glad to be exploring it with Tristan. Even though he’s been keeping a respectable distance from me, he always walks slightly behind with a hand close behind my back, and I feel safe in his presence. Okay I’ll admit it. I want to be with him. I like being with him and I wish he was mine. Maybe I really should say something? It wouldn’t count as making the first move if I just admitted I wanted to be with him, right?
    We’re walking back from Place des Vosges and towards the Rue des Francs-Bourgeois when I stop to take a few photos of a gorgeous boutique shop. Taking out my phone, I fail to enclose the lock of my now bulging black leather bag, which I have filled with knick-knacks I have purchased. Stepping back a few paces, I’m about to take a snap when I can feel a man stand near me. Keeping my eyes on the phone I don’t take much notice and zoom in on my phone to take a photo. He walks a bit closer and starts to say something when Tristan walks over and puts his arm around my shoulder, sweeping me away from the mystery man.
    “Hey I was about to take a photo.” What the hell is he doing?
    Tristan keeps his arm tightly gripped around my shoulder, moving me forward down the street until we are somewhere quieter. My heartbeat pulses at how protective he is, and for a split second I feel like we’re a couple. A couple in Paris, no less.
    “That man was looking at you.” He keeps looking ahead as he keeps walking me forward, his hand hooked on my shoulder still. This display of public affection is odd, but I like it. I like it a lot.
    “So? He wasn’t doing anything weird.”
    “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you, alright?”
    I’m still very confused. “He probably wanted to steal my—”
    “Either way, you have to be more careful,” he growls, making his wrath all too clear. “Who knows what he could have done.”
    I wriggle from his hold and stop where I am, and he stops a few steps ahead of me. “I can take care of myself, you know. If anyone tries to hurt me I can just knock them out with my bag. It’s like twenty tonnes in here!”
    He sighs loudly, his back to me. “I don’t think you realise how much men look at you.”
    I raise an eyebrow at his tone. It’s suspicious. “Are you trying to say you are jealous?
    “Of course not.” He turns his head slightly to face me. “But I feel protective of you.”
    “I don’t need you to protect me.” But secretly, I like that he wants to.
    “I know but—”
    “I like it, though. I always feel safe with you.”
    My words cause him to widen