Paris Can Wait Page #6

I canceled Morocco.

I'll be in Paris tomorrow.

It's gonna be just us.

I love you, Annie.

Who is it?

Delivery for madame.

Your roses, madame.

Let's not pretend anymore.

I never was.

You opened something in me.

I'm not used

to feeling like this.

Me either.

Jacques.

What?

You really must go.

Anne, we both know better

than to miss this moment.

We haven't missed it.

I leave for London today, but I will

be in San Francisco on the 15th.

I'll save you a seat at the bar

at swan's oyster depot

at 1:
00 P.M.

Bring some prints

of your photos.

Oh, Jacques.

Yes. We'll drive

up the coast, and...

The food won't be as

good as Brittany, but

what does it matter,

when you're on

the road with brulee?

Oh...

Bonjour, Anne.

Who is it?

Thank you.

It's for me!

Chocolate roses.

Ah.

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