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Sophie watched the road signs gradually change, now more French than English and she knew the journey would soon be over. She folded the newspaper she had been reading and closed her eyes. No matter how hard she tried she could never fall asleep like the other passengers around her. She envied this gift some people had; they could drop off to sleep within seconds of a journey commencing, whereas she spent her whole journey just trying to stay awake.

She sighed to herself as she opened her eyes and without trying to seem rude she looked around at the people around her. The Euro star train was not as packed as was usually the case and towards the end of the train she noticed a man, probably in his late thirties engrossed in a book he was reading. He had thick dark hair with rebellious curls and she could tell he had a well toned body under the open leather jacket. She felt a wave of curiosity about the book he was reading and what would take this man to stop reading and look up and notice her. This random thought brought a smile to her face as she chided herself silently for being silly. She never had much luck with men anyway and why would today be any different?

Before long the train stopped and Amelia busied herself getting all her belongings together before getting off at the Gard du Nord station. She pushed her hands through her long hair and pulled it into a knot to keep it from flying into her face and got ready to take a taxi to the nearest hotel.

Sophie was spending a weekend in Paris. She wanted to get away from London for a few days to take time off from her busy work schedule. Well this was the plan but she knew this wasn’t going to be easy as the office did not seem to function without her. She had already received twenty new emails filtering in on her blackberry. Ignoring them for the moment she tried to concentrate on the conversation the taxi driver insisted on having with her in French. He was excited as tomorrow was Valentine’s Day and he was planning to spend the day with his girlfriend. Amelia could tell how much in love he was and she tried her best to reply back to him in faltering French. Even though she felt happy for him a feeling of sadness overcame her, it was Valentine’s day and she would be alone.

It was nearly 7 in the evening when she finally reached her hotel. Once booked in, she showered and debated whether to order room service or have her meal in the dining area of the hotel. Choosing the latter,

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