"Then let us be off." He takes her hand with a smile, and as the world falls away around them, they return to it in Paris. It's mid-morning, and the cafe they have arrived in front of gives off a bouquet of magnificent smells. Vincent had also seen fit to garb them in something casual yet attractive.
"Please excuse the mortal garb." He smiles. "How striking you are is not something I wish to share with the rest of the world today."
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