Paul could tell Colette was unsure about the money. He was glad when she finally accepted it. He was not going to take no for an answer. He might need the money once the trip was over but he would have felt bad taking it from her. Martin had given it to give to her and Paul wanted to make sure it happened. Besides, he wanted as very little to do with Martin's money as possible now.<br/><br/>~"You're welcome."~<br/><br/>Paul told her with a smile.<br/><br/>~"I will. I promise."~<br/><br/>He said and recognized the look on her face. Paul had seen it on other women before. He supposed he was a relatively decent looking man, he never spent that much time worrying about his looks. Other women had told him he was good looking and so kind. It made him attractive and appealing in some women's eyes. The problem was, he wasn't interested in women that way. He liked Colette, as a person and could see her as a friend, but he had no interest in bedding her. He'd have to let her down gently.<br/><br/>~"We wouldn't want that to happen. Thank you for the pie. It was delicious."~<br/><br/>Paul replied, the pie truly had been. Chocolate always made a day a little better. Paul saw her out and unpacked his bags. Thanks to the mystery woman, he wouldn't be leaving any time soon. The pie had been good but he was hungry for something more filling. He decided to check out the café.<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>As soon as Paul headed downstairs, he regretted it. He saw Martin there, he wasn't ready to see him yet. Martin, thankfully, had not seen him. Martin was heading for the café as well but it didn't long for him to be stopped. He was very well known back home and they weren't the only American tourists here. He was stopped by a middle aged couple, who had a teenage daughter with them, and was being a gracious person. Martin was signing autographs for the wife and daughter, both who looked at him awe. Not believing they were in his presence. To get Martin's mind off of what happened with Rich, Paul, and the hotel staff, Martin invited the family to come eat lunch with him. It would be his treat.<br/><br/>'Good old, Martin,' Paul thought. Always being kind to his fans. Too bad he wouldn't get rid of that asshole Rich. It would help his reputation even more. The letter said Paul couldn't check out, it never said he couldn't leave for lunch. He decided to find somewhere else to eat. He headed outside the hotel and asked the doorman, after he helped a lady get a taxi, what would be a good place to go for lunch.<br/><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>Rich told the driver, in English thankfully, to take them to best shopping area in all of Paris. He wanted to go where the royalty and nobles went shopping. Diane bit her lip. Martin had told her money was no object, but to shop somewhere a queen would seemed very excessive.<br/><br/>"Are you sure that-"<br/><br/>"You married a movie star, Diane. You are American royalty. It's time to start dressing like it."<br/><br/>Rich replied, cutting her off. If Martin was going to have her on his arm, Diane needed to dress like a queen. Besides, if he was traveling, he wanted to give the most expensive gifts possible to the ones he left at home.