On the train back to Concorde he seemed distant. I myself was feeling more than a little worried, due to the fact I‘d been gone more than two hours. What I found weird though was the people staring at us and whispering stuff in French, I had noticed someone do it on the way to lunch. I assumed it was probably about my voluminous 1950’s skirt taking up two seats.

We had just reached our stop when my phone rang, George Michael warbling ‘Careless Whisper’ echoed around the carriage drawing me some funny looks from the other passengers.

“Retro.” Oliver smirked, as I shot him a withering look.

“Hello?”

“Kim! Are you ok? I thought you were going to text me?” A frenzied Bianca stopped for breath and continued. “Did Newt catch you? What happened at the sculpture?” The train doors had opened and Oliver hopped out in front of me.

“Well actual…ahhh!” I caught my foot on the carriage door and fell forward towards the platform, my phone spinning wildly out of my grasp. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact with the hard floor, only to feel warm fingers grip me tightly. Opening my eyes I looked up to see Oliver’s tanned face extremely close to mine, I could feel his warm breath against my cheek. My gaze met his and I heard my heart beat loudly in my chest.

“Kim? Hello? You still there?” Bianca’s muffled voice floated up the floor. I blinked, waking from whatever dazed state I had fallen into.

“I have to get that.” I directed my gaze away from him and towards my phone lying at his feet.

“Go ahead.”

“You’ll have to put me down first.” I responded, raising my eyebrows.

“Shame.” He murmured placing me softly on my feet. Ignoring the strange tingling I felt when he said that, I picked up my phone.

“Hey I’m here, where are you?”

“That’s what I was going to ask you!” Bianca laughed.

“I’ll tell you when I get back. Where should I meet you?”

“Were in the Galerie d'Apollon.” I smiled at her French pronunciation. “Denon, first floor.”

“Right, I’ll be there soon. Thanks Bi!” I hung up and ran for the exit.

We had just reached the Carrousel gardens when Oliver gently grabbed my hand.

“Kim, I really have to go now. You’ll be fine on your own?” he asked me, sounding concerned.

“Yeah, now if only I could remember where the Louvre is?” I replied scratching my chin in fake bemusement, contrary to the fact the vast museum was right in front of us.

“Well I’m sure you’ll find it eventually.” He retorted smiling.

“So, this is goodbye.” I said, shuffling my feet awkwardly.

“For now.” Oliver replied enigmatically, striding off back through the gardens. I watched him walk away and rolled my eyes. He was such a poser, Though I was surprised to find the thought of seeing him again made me smile. This didn’t mean I liked him or anything.

Did it?