They were sitting still by the Seine. Paris never looked this beautiful. Slight wind, starlit sky and a group of street artists playing violin across the road.
“What would you give me as a parting gift”, she asked while her head was on his lap and eyes gazing the sky.
“What do you want?” asked he.
“I am kind of filmy. I think, I’d like something filmy,” she replied.
“Okay, pack your bags; we’re going to Vienna tomorrow. I will give you your BEFORE SUNRISE”, he responded with a seriousness she’d never seen before.
,,,and she agreed.