L’Étoile

(Adults Only)

Pulse racing, Josie counts down the minutes to the moment that they will reunite. Her footsteps quicken like the raindrops pelting her trench. "He'll be there waiting only for me." At the top of l'Avenue des Champs-Êlysées.

While she contemplates their misty eyes meeting and their lips pressed in moist heat, her back arches. Sixty minutes and it will be l'heure de pointe. Rush-hour. Her head will be spinning faster than the impatient Citroëns and taxis whirling around the road-carved star. L'Étoile. There, above the rumbling of a Métro, passion as monumental as l'Arc de Triomphe will ignite in the City of Light.