The year is 1967 my name is Caroline i am 21 years old and I am an American in Paris. I am staying at a hotel that a friend I met at college Angeline works at. I am an up and coming P.I mostly affairs and things of that nature. But on my first day I noticed a head of sandy blonde hair look up from the patisserie across from the hotel. It’s the head bakers son who is my age. He is energetic bubbly kind sweet and literally a human puppy dog. He also calls me all sort of pet names and nicknames. I mean they do say the best way to the heart is through the stomach Could I be falling for him?