Michelle's POV:
I couldn't hide my excitement as we wandered through the louvre. I'd practically dragged him through the big white rooms to show him my favourite painting.
We spent the whole day roaming through the halls of the louvre until my legs were screaming at me to stop. Kenneth didn't complain once, but his shoulders began to sag. He didn't want to ask me to stop but he looked like he'd long since had enough.
"Should we go get some dinner?" I asked him, taking pity on him.
"I could cook," he offered.
"Let's eat out," I told him. "I've literally dragged you around the louvre."
"If you like," he said with a grin.
Taking my hand, he led me out of the louvre. The streets of Paris were alive with tourists. I could hear music coming out of the various restaurants that littered the road we were walking down. Tables covered the pavements and in places were even on the road as people sat eating their meals.