Burning Up in the Atomsphere
"That building it is!" He started walking, still holding her hand as he went.
She gladly allowed herself to be tugged along in tow. Her gaze ever warndering, something felt homely about this place. Like she felt more comfortable. “What’s New New Paris like?”
"A lot like Old Paris, actually. Not exact, and the technology is different, but architecturally speaking, the government of New New France wanted it too look similar. Nostalgia and all that." He was back in his element, prattling away like a tour guide, even smiling. When was the last time he’d smiled like this. "The Eiffel Tower is a bit smaller too, but still lovely."
She smiled, he seemed more comfortable out here than when she first met him earlier. Less grumpy old man. "Who's the Prime Minister?"










