paris, fr (july 17-july 19)
Callum didn’t remember much from the last trip that he had taken to France, and it was definitely because he was too young to actually remember anything. He was almost glad that he didn’t remember, because the memories of his father would ruin the ones that he was making with Raina, The flight from Berlin to Paris hadn’t been long, only a little less than two hours, which was good because they’re flown out right after their internship hours ended on Friday, and they had spent the night in the Airbnb that Raina had reserved for them.
It was Saturday now, and they were walking hand in hand down a sidewalk in the Champ de Mars, the Eiffel Tower ahead of them. He wasn’t even looking at the landmark, however. Instead, he watched Raina with a soft smile, holding out the piece of croissant he had yet to finish and offering it to her. “It’s a lot taller than I thought it would be,” he teased, turning his head to look at the tower ahead of them. “Did you want to stop and get coffee?” he asked, pointing to a vendor. // @rainafms