The statement brought a pause from him as he thought over the places he had lived. âWell, I was born in Paris,â He started, the smallest smile tugging at his lips, but it quickly fell from his face as he thought about the reason for them leaving. âWe left when I was old enough to remember living there, but not much else. My father brought us all out to Canada in order to start something new. Once I was old enough, I moved out to college in Vancouver before coming back, and moving out here.â He stopped talking for a moment, thinking his words over a bit. âHonestly, if I had to pick one, Iâd love to go back to Paris. It just has something about it that⌠I really just canât describe.â Adam was actually opening up with his words, which felt weird to him. He didnât know why he was being so honest, but maybe it wasnât that big of a deal. âAnd youâve really only ever lived in this town?â He asked, curious about that whole idea.Â
âI think love is a strong word, but itâs close. I feel strongly for what I do, which is how I got so good at it.â He added, proud of the work that he did. âDo you love your job at the book store? Selling books to small town residents?â As she started talking about the ice cream shop, his brow quirked in question before his head started to shake a little. âI donât know about thatâŚâ He started, but before he knew it he was being pulled towards the ice cream shop and was left to just see what happened. âSuppose now is as good a time as ever to really test that theory.â He offered, eyes looking over the inside of the ice cream parlor as they continued inside.Â
âIâve always wondered what it would be like to visit Paris. Iâve seen all the pictures and read a lot about it but I imagine being there is different. It seems almost unreal itâs so beautiful and the culture and history there... I would love to experience all that in person. Maybe someday.â Belle spoke with a shrug of her shoulders. For now she was stuck here though. âAnd this town is all I can really remember. My father moved here with me when I was a baby.â Isabelle figured if Adam was willing to share a little of his life with her, she should be willing to do the same back.
âI think the question is, can I imagine myself doing anything else in this little town and the answer is no. I love books and I love helping others expand their knowledge. I feel like I am in the perfect place for me here. Though itâs recently been suggested that I should try writing my own novel... and maybe I will think about it. I feel like I ought to have more life experience to be able to do that though otherwise it might come off a little flat.â Though her imagination was good when she got started. Moving to the counter, Isabelle eyed up all the different flavours, eventually choosing two completely different ones; salted caramel and a pear drop flavor. âAre there any that capture your attention? What about the Turkish Delight flavor?â