She's not dumb and she doesn't miss the way he's almost asking her to stay, almost letting her back into his life in whatever small way he can. This is his town and he's not rushing her to the nearest airport, and it's a relief that fills her and settles in her bones.

She mimicks his movements, sipping her wine and offering him a small smile. "It has its own charm," she says. She misses the rush of Paris, but this is nice, quaint, and she could get used to relaxing here. "Maybe I will need a puppy to keep me warm in the winter."