"Ok, deal. Next time we speak is because we are crossing roads".

She said to him. 

There he was in his late twenties, feeling all hesitant about this. "Paris? But why? It will probably be disaster" he thought. Somehow the entire exchange from the past weeks had made him feel seventeen all over again. He couldn't get the thought out of his mind.

Ticket in hands.

"Now we'll figure it out how it goes"

He said to her.