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On the very rare occasions when he could get away with it, Antoine would take a break from his mad scribbling to visit Paris at night. It was a magical time that he would have loved to have spent every day in this cosmopolitan city—even if it meant having to pay for everything at the end of the night. And so today, he found himself wandering back down rue des Grands Augustins, where the Grand Paradis café was situated. Sitting by its window and watching all of Paris come alive around him, Antoine soon noticed something interesting: a beautiful girl sitting on one of the many tables in this café. She was alone, and seemed to be deep in thought; perhaps writing an e-mail. Antoine sat at the table next to her, and pretended to bury his nose in a book to save himself from having to make conversation. The girl looked up. "Well hello gorgeous! And what are you up to?" she asked brightly. "Oh, just reading." replied Antoine shyly. "Well that's hardly fair!" said the girl playfully, putting her book down. "I'm not reading now." She had an exotic look about her—and equally exotic name: Khadija—with deep brown eyes and curly black hair which fell delicately around her shoulders. She was wearing a low-cut black, lace top in which her full bosom was barely contained. "Actually, I'm in the middle of writing a book…" replied Antoine, turning his attention back to his notebook. "Oh really?" she replied with genuine interest. "So what are you writing about?" "Well…It's set in Paris actually." said Antoine thoughtfully. "It's about my favourite café here." "Oh…really? What's it called?" asked Khadija playfully. "The Grand Paradis." answered Antoine with a smile. "But most people round here just call it 'Grand Pa' for short. After the owner, you see." "That's interesting" said Khadija, who was clearly interested. "So what happens there in this café?" "Well…just about everything really." replied Antoine with a slight blush on his cheeks. "I just love the bustle of it all—especially in the afternoons when students come in for hot chocolate before going back to their places of study." "And how long have you been writing this book?" asked Khadija with growing interest. "Oh…Only since I started my PhD." replied Antoine modestly. "I haven't finished it yet, mind you…" "Well, in that case" said Khadija in a teasing manner. "Perhaps I could write it for you…" Antoine blushed even more when he heard this. It was not something that he had ever expected to come up in conversation with a girl sitting next to him. And yet, here she was—with no idea what she was talking about—and asking him for his very own manuscript! She looked so innocent and so kind—so full of love and passion which was refreshingly foreign to Antoine's own life at the moment.Politeness dictated that he should decline at first. cfa1e77820
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