"I have an idea of where we should go. We'll walk from here to...oh. Yes, we are," he said as he looked down. "Hmm, a minor miscalculation easily rectified." And he snapped his fingers and transported them to the ground in the blink of an eye.
She'd pulled her hand out of his, which made him feel as if he trespassed into her space and it was unwanted, but he didn't say anything. "We're on the Champs-Elysee, and straight ahead is a string of locales and shops. The city looks like it's just coming to life here, and I'm sure we'll blend in smoothly."