“I appreciate you letting me sit here,” he said. “God! It’s good to talk to somebody outside of work! How long you been over here?”
“A month.” An entire month of a precious three, gone. But two, two, two lovely months left to savor.
“A month? And you aren’t crazy yet? How can you stand it?”
“How can I stand Paris?”
“Everything is so … foreign.”
I took a sip of wine so I wouldn’t have to respond to that.
He lifted his own glass. “At least the booze is good.”
