From Parisian Downpour to Forevermore: A Love Story Born in the Dark

## From Parisian Downpour to Forevermore: A Love Story Born in the Dark The lively Parisian street outside the café became blurry as rain pounded on the glass. Amelia was inside, slumped over her laptop, the only sound other than the unceasing beating of rain being the repetitive clatter of keyboards. She was a flurry of untidy hair, enormous sweaters, and an eternally worried forehead, an artist straining to reach a deadline. A person appeared through the café entrance, a flurry of sodden garments and hurried apologies, just as she was at a loss for words. It was Ethan. Amelia had taken an art class there and kind of knew him. He was tall, often awkward, and had messy brown hair, which stood in sharp contrast to her shy personality. He continually drew with bright strokes that seemed to catch the force of life itself. He was full of joy and happiness. But now his customary smile had given way to a sheepish expression, and his damp hair stuck to his forehead. "Disaster!" Ethan let out a cry and threw his wet bag onto a chair. "The bus broke down, and then..." As he disappeared, he saw Amelia. A flush climbed his nape. "Hello, Amelia. You don't look so cozy."