บท 56: The Date in Paris

The sun dipped low over Paris, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and pink. The bustling streets of the city were alive with laughter, music, and the clatter of horse-drawn carriages. After weeks of hard work at the World's Fair, Amber had convinced Matthew to take a break and explore the city.

"You can't come all the way to Paris and only see the inside of a pavilion," Amber had insisted earlier that day. "Come on, Matthew. Let's take a few hours to enjoy what this place has to offer."

Matthew, reluctant but unable to resist Amber's enthusiasm, finally agreed. "Alright, but just for a little while," he had said, adjusting his tie. "The fair isn't going to run itself."

Their first stop was the Seine, where the river's calm waters mirrored the glowing gas lamps lining its banks. The cobblestones beneath their feet were uneven but charming, and the occasional street musician added a magical quality to the evening.