<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"> <span style="font-family:Homemade Apple">Strangers Again</span></span>​</div><div style="margin: auto; overflow: visible; max-width: 60%; font-family: Bookman; text-align: justify"><br/>
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</div>The dismal gray skies darkened as the bustling wind swirled around the city of Paris. The buildings lit the streets with a soft yellow hue; the Eiffel Tower standing proud in its hometown. Things seemed quiet; there weren’t many tourists in December due to winter season. The world was different in her hazel eyes, especially when soft mellow music filled her ears. A light veil of white blanketed the roads and sidewalks as it had snowed earlier this morning. A part of her had wished it would snow again; it was one of those phenomena where she didn’t mind its company. Traveling to Europe on her own was scary and exciting all at once. Throughout her life, she always had someone with her, holding her hand and sharing her experiences. She was the type of woman who loved the idea of spending quality time with people rather than asking for materialistic gifts. A souvenir here and there was necessary but indulging in expensive gadgets just for the thrill seemed excessive, especially if it wasn’t a special occasion.<br/>
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Out of all the places to travel to, she wasn’t sure what drew her to a romantic place such as Paris, France. Couples and/or families usually came to these areas as ‘the more, the merrier’ seemed to fit perfectly in this town. Readjusting her weight on the plush cushion of her chair, she crossed her legs together and tried to keep her body warm while waiting for her tea. She had found a cozy nook at Carette near Trocadéro; a place highly recommended by one of the tourist guides she had spoken to two days ago. She had spent a month here and had already fallen in love with everything. She often thought how refreshing it was to spend a day or a period of time somewhere else—fresh and with no one knowing her name. It was as if she was able to start on a clean slate with new memories to reminisce. However, there were times where she would see a romantic couple or a newlywed along the famous landmarks and it would trigger her past. Most specifically, they would trigger her time spent with Arthur, her ex-boyfriend of three years.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(230, 230, 230)">“Excusez moi, Mademoiselle,”</span> a tall man dressed in elegant black and white attire stood next to her. He bent slightly forward as he carefully balanced a sliver ornate tray with her order. With his other hand, he picked up a small white plate with a simple décor of a blue line circling the border. Placing it in the middle of the round table, he followed with another small plate and a small florally decorated teacup stacked on top; placing it near while he served her chamomile tea before setting the silver teapot aside on the first plate. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(230, 230, 230)">“If there is anything else, please let me know. Bon appétit,”</span> the waiter finished his service by presenting a plate of decadent chocolate dessert in front of her. The cake was sliced in a horizontal bar to display the neatly stacked layers: chocolate mousse on the bottom, chocolate cake in the middle, chocolate mousse on top of the cake, and a shiny thin layer of chocolate ganache. The café’s logo was adorned in the middle on a chocolate square. Camilla wanted to indulge in something sweet tonight and chocolate was always a favored option.<br/>
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<b>“Merci,”</b> with a slight nod of her head toward the waiter, she looked at her order and couldn’t resist how elegant it all appeared. Her smile softly dwindled as the cake had reminded her of a fond memory she shared with Arthur. It was during their first year together where they told a cake shop that they wanted to try all their cake flavors. The event was usually held for newlywed couples, so they went as far as telling the staff that they were shopping for a wedding cake in order to have them oblige. A small chuckle escaped her lips as the memory flashed before her eyes. Their days together were adventurous and spontaneous. It was rare to find someone that matched her wavelength. Although, the memory soon faded as she was reminded that they were no longer together. It had been about three or four years when they broke up and hadn’t seen him since. He used to be someone that made her believe in magic. She thought, at one point, he would be her happily ever after. Unfortunately, as time progressed, she soon realized that perhaps he wasn’t her happily ever after because love wasn’t enough.<br/>
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Lifting her gaze to see the Eiffel Tower standing in all its glory, her eyes caught sight of small flurries starting to sway with the wind. It was icing on the cake; it had made the atmosphere even more romantic. Wrapping her slender fingers around her teacup, she brought it to her lips letting the warm vapor steam against her face. She was clouded with warmness as it caressed her cheeks and the tip of her nose as she inhaled the sweet, herbaceous scent of chamomile. The calming benefits of the tea lulled her past memories to rest as she took her first sip. Arthur was part of her past and should stay in her past. There was no reason to drudge up what was gone. Quietly, she enjoyed her dessert and tea while watching the show of snowflakes dancing and swirling around outside.<br/>
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