Happy ending! Because these two need a break ♥
She loved her city at this time of day.
Truth be told, she loved her city at any time of day, but there was something almost magical about Paris in the morning, when the city shook off its quietness and came alive. She loved the hustle and bustle, the constant movement of people moving to and fro, going about their errands. She also loved making up little stories about her fellow Parisians and their tasks as she passed them, making her own way through the chaos. The chandler, for instance, was clutching a letter - bad news from his family in Rouen, perhaps. But the baker was as energetic as ever - he had his hands full and his shop full of clients, but still stopped to wave pleasantly at her. She smiled and waved back.
The sound of a violin caught her attention then - it was a rich, familiar sound. The musician coaxed notes out of the instrument the same way a storyteller pulled words out of the air - deftly, confidently. Only one person played that way. A smile tugged at her lips as she looked up, holding her hand to her eyes to shield them from the sun.
"Bon matin, monsieur," Esmeralda called out to him, her voice warm as velvet, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "You take my breath away with your song. But if you fall from there, I can't promise I won't laugh."
Actually, if he did fall she would be horrified, and there would be no end of fussing, but! He could certainly handle himself, and she was well aware of the fact, which left her in a perfect position to tease him.