"Before the eyes of the whole world," Maxime adds, sounding melancholic.
Wait. We've had this conversation before. I sigh longingly and let myself drift into the memory. "Barefoot in a summer rain," I say it again, just as I did that evening.
Maxime's grin tells me that he hasn't forgotten his lines from that night either. "At a concert by Joshua Friedberg," he replies, knowing exactly what to say.
Yes, that's how it's meant to be. This idea is too perfect not to make it come true exactly as we dreamed it.
Quickly, I fish my phone out of my purse, open the browser, and visit Joshua Friedberg's website. It takes a few seconds to find what I'm looking for. Next year in August, he'll be playing an open-air concert under the Eiffel Tower.
It couldn't be more perfect.
Beaming with joy, I tap on the second drawer. "This memory goes in there," I say, filled with a kind of bliss I've never felt before.
