Love, longing and the power of connection. A story of what could have been, and what might still be.
Nine years after their unforgettable night in Vienna, Jesse and Celine find themselves both in relationships, and with Jesse having a son. They have both moved on with their lives, but the strong feelings they once had for each other begin to resurface when they meet again in Paris. As they spend the day together, they are forced to confront their past, their present, and their future.
Jesse stood at the podium in the bookstore, reading from his new book about the night he spent in Vienna with Celine. He had been traveling across Europe, giving readings in different cities, and everywhere he went, people wanted to hear about the night that had captured his heart and inspired him to write.
As he read, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia for that magical night so long ago. He had never forgotten Celine, and he often wondered what had become of her. He had heard that she had become an environmental activist and had moved to Paris, but he had never tried to contact her. He had assumed that their night together had been a one-time thing, a beautiful memory to cherish but not to revisit.
After his reading, Jesse signed copies of his book for the audience. As he was packing up his things to leave, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.
“Excuse me, are you Jesse?”
Jesse turned around to see a woman with short brown hair and bright eyes looking up at him. She looked vaguely familiar, and for a moment, he couldn’t place her.
“Yes, I am,” he said, smiling. “Can I help you?”
“It’s me, Celine,” she said, and suddenly everything came flooding back. The night in Vienna, the conversations they had, the way she made him feel.
“Celine,” he said, his voice catching. “I can’t believe it’s you. How did you know I was here?”
“I saw the poster for your reading,” she said, gesturing to the wall. “I couldn’t resist coming to see you.”
Jesse’s heart raced as he looked at her. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, her eyes sparkling with intelligence and wit. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of spending time with her again.
“Would you like to grab a coffee or something?” he asked, hoping she would say yes.
“I would love to,” she said, smiling.
They left the bookstore and walked down the street, catching up on their lives since Vienna. Celine talked about her work as an environmental activist, and Jesse told her about his book and his travels. As they walked, Jesse couldn’t help but notice how much he enjoyed talking to her. They had always had a deep connection, and it was clear that it was still there.
They stopped at a café, and Jesse bought them coffees. They sat down at a small table by the window, and Jesse felt a sense of comfort settling over him. It was like they had never been apart.
As they talked, Jesse couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing. He had always regretted not pursuing a relationship with Celine, and the way she looked at him now, with a mixture of affection and curiosity, made him wonder if it was too late.
“What are you thinking about?” Celine asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.
“Nothing, just enjoying the moment,” Jesse said, trying to sound casual.
“I know that look,” Celine said, smiling. “You’re thinking about something.”
Jesse hesitated for a moment, then decided to be honest.
“I just can’t believe I’m sitting here with you,” he said, a note of vulnerability in his voice. “It’s like nothing has changed, and yet everything has.”
Celine looked at him, her eyes searching his face.
“I know what you mean,” she said softly. “It’s like we have this connection that time and distance can’t break.”
Jesse felt his heart skip a beat at her words.
“Celine, I have to be honest with you,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I’ve never forgotten that night in Vienna, and I’ve always wondered what would have happened if we had stayed in touch.”
Celine looked at him, a hint of hope in her eyes.
“I’ve wondered the same thing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jesse reached across the table and took her hand. He felt a surge of electricity between them, and he knew that he had to take a chance.
“Celine, I know we’re both in relationships now, and I have a son,” he said, hesitating. “But I can’t help feeling like we have something special. Something worth exploring.”
Celine looked down at their hands, then back up at him.
“I feel it too, Jesse,” she said, her voice firm. “I don’t know what the future holds, but I know that I want to be a part of your life again.”
Jesse felt a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that they were taking a risk, but he also knew that it was a risk worth taking.
They finished their coffee and left the café, walking through the streets of Paris, their hands still intertwined. As they walked, Jesse felt a sense of hope and excitement that he hadn’t felt in years. He didn’t know what the future held, but he knew that he was willing to take a chance on love.
As Jesse and Celine wandered through the streets of Paris, they stopped at a café for a late lunch. The sun was shining, casting long shadows across the colorful tables and chairs on the terrace. The aroma of freshly baked bread, coffee, and cigarettes filled the air.
They both ordered croissants and coffee, and as they waited for their food, Celine looked at Jesse with a mix of curiosity and longing. She couldn’t believe that they were actually sitting here, after all these years.
“So, tell me about your son,” Celine said, breaking the silence between them.
Jesse smiled, his eyes lighting up. “His name is Hank, and he’s eight years old now. He’s a handful, but I love him more than anything.”
Celine nodded, imagining what it would be like to have a child. She had always wanted to, but her career and her travels had taken priority.
“And you?” Jesse asked. “Do you have any kids?”
Celine shook her head. “No, not yet. I’m still focused on my work.”
Jesse raised an eyebrow. “What kind of work do you do now?”
“I’m a climate scientist,” Celine replied, taking a sip of her coffee. “I’m working on a project to reduce carbon emissions in developing countries. It’s challenging, but I love it.”
Jesse looked impressed. “Wow, that’s amazing. You always did care about the environment.”
Celine smiled, feeling a warm glow of pride. “Yeah, I guess I did. How about you? What are you up to these days?”
Jesse shrugged. “I’m still writing, mostly. I’m working on a new book, but it’s slow going.”
Celine nodded sympathetically. “I know what you mean. It can be tough to find the time to write when you have other responsibilities.”
They fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying their croissants and coffee. Every now and then, someone would pass by the café and comment on the beautiful day, or the delicious smells wafting from the kitchen.
As they finished their meal, Jesse leaned back in his chair and looked at Celine thoughtfully.
“I have to say, I can’t believe we’re here right now,” he said. “It’s been so long since we saw each other.”
Celine smiled, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest. “Me neither. But it’s good to see you again.”
Jesse nodded, a serious look coming over his face. “Celine, I have to tell you something. Ever since I saw you in the bookstore, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”
Celine’s heart skipped a beat. She had wondered if he felt the same way she did, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up.
“I know we both have other relationships, and other lives,” Jesse continued. “But I can’t help feeling that maybe we were meant to be together.”
Celine’s mind was racing, trying to process what Jesse was saying. Part of her wanted to leap into his arms and kiss him, but another part was more cautious.
“Jesse, I don’t know what to say,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, it’s been so long, and we’re both different people now.”
Jesse reached across the table and took her hand. “I know. But some things don’t change. The way I feel about you is one of those things.”
Celine looked into his eyes, trying to read his expression. She knew that she still had feelings for him, but could they really make it work after all this time?
As they sat there, lost in their thoughts and emotions, the sun began to set behind them, casting the café terrace into a warm, golden light. The sounds of Paris drifted around them, a symphony of traffic, chatter, and music.
For a moment, they were transported back to that night in Vienna, when they had first met. The magic of that evening was still with them, and it was as if time had stood still.
Celine squeezed Jesse’s hand, feeling a surge of courage. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s see where this goes. But we have to be honest with ourselves and each other.”
Jesse grinned, relief evident on his face. “Absolutely. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
As they got up from the table and began to walk down the street, they both knew that their lives would never be the same again. But they also knew that they wouldn’t have it any other way.
As they walked to the café, Jesse and Celine continued to chat about their lives. They had so much to catch up on, and the conversation flowed easily between them. When they arrived at the café, Jesse held the door open for Celine, and she stepped inside, taking in the cozy ambiance of the place.
The café was small and intimate, with warm lighting, and soft music playing in the background. The walls were lined with bookshelves, and there were small, round tables scattered throughout the room. Celine’s eyes scanned the space, and she couldn’t help but smile. It was exactly the kind of place she would have chosen herself.
As they took their seats at a small, wooden table in the corner, Celine reached for the menu, and Jesse ordered them both a coffee. They continued their conversation, discussing everything from politics to their favorite music. Celine couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort in Jesse’s presence. It was as if they had never been apart.
As they talked, Jesse couldn’t help but think about how much he had missed Celine. She was such an intelligent and captivating woman, and he had never met anyone quite like her. He found himself hanging on her every word, laughing at her jokes, and feeling a sense of contentment in her company.
As they sipped their coffee, Jesse asked Celine about her work. She told him that she was now teaching at a university in Paris, and he listened intently as she spoke about her students and the challenges of teaching in a foreign language.
Celine then turned the conversation to Jesse and asked him about his writing. He told her that he had just finished his second book and that he was now on a book tour throughout Europe. Celine congratulated him, and they talked about the challenges of the writing process.
As they finished their coffee, they both realized that they had lost track of time. Jesse looked at his watch and realized that he had only a few hours left before his flight. He felt a sense of sadness wash over him, knowing that he would have to say goodbye to Celine once again.
Celine must have sensed his sadness because she reached out and took his hand. “Don’t worry,” she said, “we’ll see each other again soon.”
Jesse smiled and squeezed her hand. “I hope so,” he said.
As they left the café, they walked arm in arm, enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon sun. They talked about their plans for the future, and Jesse couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could make this work.
As they approached Celine’s apartment building, Jesse pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into him, and they both felt a rush of emotion. They stood like that for a moment, lost in each other’s embrace.
Finally, Jesse pulled away and looked into Celine’s eyes. “I don’t want to say goodbye,” he said.
Celine smiled and took his hand. “Then don’t,” she said, and led him up to her apartment.
Chapter 4: Boat Ride on the Seine
Jesse and Celine boarded a small boat for a ride on the Seine. The sun was setting, and the sky was afire with shades of pink and orange. Jesse rowed while Celine sat at the front of the boat, gazing out at the city passing them by.
“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” Celine said, breaking the silence.
“What do you mean?” Jesse asked.
“Being here, in Paris, on this boat, together. It’s like a dream come true.”
Jesse smiled at her. “Yeah, it is pretty magical. But you know we can’t stay here forever.”
Celine’s smile faded. “I know. I just wish we could.”
They drifted along in silence for a few moments, listening to the sound of the water lapping against the sides of the boat. Jesse cleared his throat.
“So, Celine, tell me about your life. What have you been up to since we last saw each other?”
Celine took a deep breath. “Well, I finished my degree in environmental science, and I’ve been working for an NGO that focuses on climate change. It’s been a lot of hard work, but I feel like I’m making a difference.”
“That’s amazing, Celine. I always knew you were destined for great things.”
Celine smiled. “What about you? What have you been up to?”
Jesse shrugged. “Just writing, mostly. I published a few more books, did some traveling. Oh, and I have a son now.”
Celine’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? When did that happen?”
“About five years ago. His name is Hank, and he’s the light of my life.”
Celine smiled, but Jesse could see a hint of sadness in her eyes.
“What about your relationships, Jesse? Are you happy?”
Jesse hesitated for a moment. “I’m content. My son means everything to me. But there are times when I wonder if I settled for something that wasn’t quite right.”
Celine’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I always thought that you and I had something special. And now that I’m with someone else, I can’t help but wonder if I made a mistake.”
Celine’s eyes widened. “Jesse, you can’t just drop something like that on me. I’m in a relationship too, you know.”
“I know, Celine. I’m sorry. It’s just that being with you again brings back so many memories and feelings. I can’t help but wonder what could have been.”
Celine felt a lump form in her throat. “Jesse, we can’t go back in time. We both made choices, and we have to live with them. We can’t just throw everything away for a fantasy.”
Jesse nodded, but Celine could see the pain etched on his face. She reached out and took his hand, and they sat there in silence, watching the sun dip below the horizon.
As they approached the end of their boat ride, Jesse turned the boat around and started heading back to shore. Celine stood up and stretched her legs.
“Thank you for this, Jesse. It’s been a wonderful day.”
Jesse smiled. “Thank you for coming, Celine. It’s been a highlight of my trip.”
As they docked, Jesse helped Celine out of the boat, and they walked hand in hand back into the heart of Paris.
As the day wears on, Jesse and Celine walk through Paris, visiting different locations from their past. They pass by the bookstore where they first met, the park where they had their first kiss, and the café where they shared breakfast the morning after. The intensity of their reunion starts to fade as the weight of the years between them becomes more apparent.
Celine starts to feel a sense of sadness as she realizes how much they’ve missed and how much has changed in the past nine years. She opens up to Jesse about her struggles with her current relationship and her uncertainty about the future. Jesse listens intently, offering words of comfort and support.
As they continue walking through the city, they come across a street performer playing a guitar. Jesse asks him to play a song, and the performer starts strumming the chords to “La Vie en Rose”. Jesse turns to Celine and takes her hand, leading her in a waltz as they dance in the middle of the street.
For a few moments, they are lost in a world of their own, filled with nothing but the music and each other. The passersby start to form a circle around them, watching in awe as Jesse and Celine’s movements become more fluid and free.
As the song comes to an end, Jesse and Celine stop dancing and look at each other, both feeling the weight of the moment. They can’t deny the chemistry between them, but they both know that they have lives and responsibilities outside of this magical day.
They continue walking through the city, holding hands and lost in thought. They stop for a drink at a small bar and reminisce about their shared memories. Jesse tells Celine about his son and how much he loves him, but Celine can see the sadness in his eyes, knowing that he’s not entirely happy with his current situation.
Jesse asks Celine about her life, and she shares her struggles with finding a fulfilling career and her doubts about the future. They both open up to each other, revealing parts of themselves that they haven’t shared with anyone else.
As the night falls, Jesse and Celine walk through a quiet park, feeling a sense of nostalgia. They sit on a bench, looking up at the stars, and talk about the choices they’ve made and the paths their lives have taken.
Jesse reaches for Celine’s hand, and they sit in silence, feeling the quiet comfort of each other’s company. For a moment, nothing else matters, and they are lost in the present.
As they get up to leave, Jesse turns to Celine and says, “You know, I always feel this connection with you. Even after all these years, it’s still there. I don’t know what it means, but I can’t ignore it.”
Celine looks up at him and nods. She feels the same way, but she knows that it’s not that simple. They both have lives and relationships that they can’t just walk away from.
They say goodbye and agree to meet again in six months, hoping that they’ll find a way to make sense of the connection that has always been there. As they walk away from each other, they feel a sense of longing, unsure of what the future holds.
Chapter 6: Choices
Jesse and Celine walked through the quiet Parisian streets, taking in the peacefulness of the night. They had been discussing their lives and choices, trying to make sense of where they were and where they were headed.
Celine had been listening intently to Jesse as he shared the struggles he faced in his marriage and as a father. Jesse, in turn, had been curious about how Celine’s life had unfolded since they had last seen each other.
“I’ve always wondered,” Jesse said, breaking the silence. “What happened after we said goodbye in Vienna? Where did life take you?”
Celine laughed. “Oh, you know, the usual. I went home and finished school, got a job. I’ve been living in Paris ever since.”
Jesse nodded. “And what about love? Have you found anyone?”
Celine hesitated. She had been with a few men over the years, but nothing had ever felt quite right. “I’ve had a few relationships, but nothing that lasted.”
Jesse looked at her, sensing that there was more to the story. “And what about you? Are things good with your wife?”
Jesse sighed. “It’s complicated. We’ve been through a lot together, but lately things have been…challenging. We’re trying to work through it, but it’s not easy.”
Celine nodded sympathetically. “I can imagine. Relationships are hard.”
They walked for a few more blocks, both lost in thought. Finally, Celine spoke up. “You know, the funny thing is, I always thought we would be together. After Vienna, I mean.”
Jesse looked at her, surprised. “You did?”
Celine nodded. “Yes. I don’t know why, but I just had this feeling that we would find our way back to each other at some point.”
Jesse felt a jolt of excitement at her words. He had always wondered what might have been with Celine, and the idea that she had felt the same way all these years sparked something inside him.
As they walked, they came across a small park and sat down on a bench beneath a tree. The moon was high in the sky, casting a cool glow over everything. They sat in silence for a few moments, both lost in thought.
Finally, Jesse spoke up. “Celine, I have to tell you something.”
Celine looked at him, her eyes searching his face. “What is it?”
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot these past few years. Wondering what might have been. And now that we’re here, together, I can’t help but feel like maybe…maybe this is our second chance.”
Celine’s heart began to race. She had dared to dream of this moment for years, but she had never expected it to actually come to fruition.
“I don’t know, Jesse,” she said hesitantly. “We’re both in relationships. And you have a son.”
Jesse nodded, understanding her concerns. “I know. But Celine, there’s something between us. I can feel it. And I don’t want to let it go without at least exploring it. Don’t you feel it, too?”
Celine looked into Jesse’s eyes, and for a moment, she felt like she was back in Vienna, caught up in that whirlwind of possibility and desire. She knew she couldn’t deny what she was feeling any longer.
“Yes,” she said finally. “I do.”
They sat there, side by side, lost in thought. Jesse reached over and took Celine’s hand in his, and she squeezed it tightly.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen,” Jesse said softly. “But I do know that I don’t want to let you go.”
Celine leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of contentment that she hadn’t known in years. She knew that they had a lot to figure out, but for now, in that moment, everything felt right.
Chapter 7: Signed Copy
Celine watched as Jesse signed copies of his book at a local bookstore. She stood in the back of the crowd, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She couldn’t believe that Jesse had written a book about their night together in Vienna. It seemed so long ago, and yet the memories were still fresh in her mind.
After the signing, Jesse walked over to where Celine was standing. “Hey,” he said, smiling. “What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to see you,” she said, smiling back at him.
Jesse looked at her for a moment, his eyes searching her face. “It’s good to see you,” he said finally.
They walked outside together, and Jesse handed Celine a signed copy of his book. “For you,” he said.
Celine looked at the dedication he had written: “To Celine, the inspiration behind this book. Thank you for the unforgettable night in Vienna.” She felt a strange mixture of happiness and sadness. The memory of that night was bittersweet, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to revisit it.
“So, what do you want to do now?” Jesse asked.
“I don’t know,” Celine said. “What do you suggest?”
Jesse shrugged. “We could go for a walk, or get a drink somewhere.”
Celine nodded. “A walk sounds nice.”
They strolled through the streets of Paris, the sun beginning to set behind them. They chatted, catching up on their lives since they had last seen each other. Celine told Jesse about her work as an environmental activist, and Jesse talked about his son and his writing.
As they walked, Celine couldn’t help but notice how comfortable she felt with Jesse. They had only spent one night together, and yet they had a connection that went beyond that. She wondered what it would be like to be with him again, to explore the feelings she had been suppressing for so many years.
They stopped at a park and sat down on a bench. Jesse put his arm around Celine, and she leaned into him. They sat in silence for a few moments, watching the people around them.
“Do you ever think about that night in Vienna?” Jesse asked suddenly.
Celine looked up at him, surprised. “Of course I do,” she said. “How could I forget it?”
Jesse nodded. “I think about it all the time,” he said. “It was such a special night.”
Celine felt her heart racing. She knew what Jesse was getting at, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to go there. But as she looked at him, she realized that she wanted to explore these feelings, to see where they could lead.
“I think about it a lot, too,” she said softly.
Jesse turned to face her, and their eyes met. Celine felt a surge of electricity between them, and she knew that she was in trouble. She was falling for Jesse all over again, and she didn’t know if she could stop herself.
As they sat on the bench, watching the sun set over Paris, Celine and Jesse talked about their hopes and dreams, their fears and regrets. They shared their deepest thoughts and feelings, opening up to each other in a way that they hadn’t done in years.
When it was time to part, Jesse walked Celine back to her hotel. They stood outside, facing each other.
“Thank you for today,” Jesse said, reaching out to take Celine’s hand.
Celine felt a shock of pleasure at his touch. She looked up at him, her heart racing.
“Thank you,” she said.
Jesse leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. Celine felt a rush of desire, and she kissed him back, her hands reaching up to pull him closer.
As they parted, Jesse looked into Celine’s eyes. “I don’t want this to end,” he said. “I want to see you again.”
Celine felt a thrill of excitement. “I want that, too,” she said.
They hugged each other tightly, their bodies pressed together. Celine felt a sense of homecoming, as if she had finally found the place where she belonged.
As she walked back to her hotel, Celine couldn’t stop smiling. She felt like a teenager again, full of hope and possibility. She didn’t know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted Jesse to be a part of it.
Chapter 8: The Restaurant
Jesse and Celine made their way to a cozy bistro with outdoor seating. It was an intimate spot with small tables adorned with white tablecloths and flickering candles. The night air was cool, but the warmth radiating from the restaurant, and the company made up for it. They both took a seat, and a waiter approached them.
“What can I get for you this evening?” The waiter asked, holding a notepad and pen.
Jesse looked at Celine, “What do you recommend?” he asked, deferring to her.
“The duck confit is always excellent here,” Celine said, her eyes sparkling with playfulness.
“Two duck confits, then, and a bottle of red wine,” Jesse said, with a smile. The waiter nodded and took their order.
As they waited for their meal and wine to arrive, Jesse and Celine continued their conversation from before. They reminisced about their time in Vienna and the moments they shared. They talked about the poetry they had both written and their creative aspirations. They even joked about their current lives, with Jesse poking fun at himself for being a struggling writer and Celine teasing him about his son’s antics.
Their food arrived, and they both took a moment to appreciate the presentation. The duck was served with a side of potatoes, green beans, and a cherry reduction sauce. They started eating, and the conversation slowed down, replaced by sounds of contented eating. The duck was cooked to perfection, and the wine was rich and full-bodied, a perfect complement to the dish.
As they finished up their meal, Jesse leaned back in his chair, looking at Celine. She was so beautiful in the candlelight; her eyes sparkled with both wit and tenderness. He felt his heart swell with emotion, and he knew he had to tell her how he felt.
“Celine, I have to tell you something,” Jesse said, his voice soft.
Celine looked at him, her brow furrowed in concern. “What is it, Jesse?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Celine. These past few hours have been incredible, and I can’t help but feel that there’s a connection here, something we can’t ignore,” Jesse said, his heart racing.
Celine looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “Jesse, I feel the same way. Being with you today has been one of the best days of my life,” she said, her voice low and husky.
Jesse’s heart swelled with happiness, and he took her hand across the table. They looked at each other, not saying anything, just enjoying the moment. The warmth of the candlelight and the wine and the perfect night air created a tableau of romance and possibility.
They finished the rest of their wine in silence, feeling contented and happy. When the bill arrived, Jesse insisted on paying, despite Celine’s protests. They left the bistro, arm-in-arm, and started walking towards the Seine.
The night was magical, and the soft light of Paris’s street lamps accentuated the beauty of the city. Jesse and Celine walked along the river, their steps slow and measured. They talked about their future, and Jesse suggested they travel together to exotic destinations and write about their experiences. Celine listened, nodding eagerly, excited by the idea.
As they strolled, they came across a street musician, playing an acoustic guitar. The tune was a lilting melody, and the man’s voice was soft and emotive. Jesse took Celine’s hand, and they started swaying to the music, lost in the moment. The rest of the world faded away as they danced, the music and the night surrounding them in a bubble of romance and possibility.
As the song ended, Jesse and Celine stopped and looked at each other. They both knew that something significant had happened between them, that their connection had deepened and broadened. They held each other, not wanting to let go, both caught up in a moment they knew would last in memory forever.
Chapter 9: The Weight of Reality
Jesse and Celine continue their stroll through Paris, their bodies close but their minds unsure. As the night air carries the scent of flowers and the sound of distant music, they turn a corner and find themselves in a quiet square.
Celine leads them to a bench in the center of the square, and they sit down. For a moment, they are quiet, lost in their thoughts.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Celine says at last, her voice barely above a whisper. “It feels like a dream.”
“I know,” Jesse replies, his own voice soft. “But it’s real. We’re here, together.”
They sit in silence for a few moments longer, until Celine speaks up again. “Do you ever think about what might have happened if we had stayed together that night in Vienna?”
“All the time,” Jesse admits. “I wonder how our lives would have turned out if we had taken that leap of faith.”
Celine nods, her eyes distant. “I try not to think about it too much. The reality of our lives is so different now.”
Jesse takes her hand in his, the warmth of her skin sending a shiver down his spine. “I know. But we can’t help how we feel, can we?”
Celine looks down at their hands and then up at Jesse. “No, we can’t. And it’s not fair to our partners, either.”
Jesse nods, his eyes lowering. “I know. I love my wife, and I would never do anything to hurt her.”
Celine sighs. “I know. And I love my boyfriend. But being here with you, it’s like…everything else fades away. It’s just us.”
Jesse raises his eyes to meet hers. “I feel the same way. But we have to be realistic. We can’t just throw everything away for a feeling.”
Celine nods, her expression resigned. “I know. But it’s hard not to wonder.”
They sit in silence for a few minutes longer, each lost in their own thoughts. The weight of reality hangs heavy in the air around them, threatening to crush the fragile hope that has brought them here.
Finally, Jesse stands up and extends his hand to Celine. “Come on. Let’s keep walking. Maybe we can find a way to make sense of all this.”
Celine takes his hand and stands up, the chill of the night air sending a shiver through her body. As they start to walk again, neither of them knows what lies ahead, or whether they will be able to resist the pull of their feelings. All they can do is keep moving forward, step by step, and hope that they find their way.
Chapter 10: The Music Club
Jesse and Celine walked hand in hand through the streets of Paris, their hearts pounding with anticipation. They had been dancing around their feelings for each other all day, and now they were finally going to a music club. Jesse had heard that this particular club played the type of music Celine loved, and he was excited to share it with her.
They arrived at the club and were immediately enveloped in the music. The band played a mix of jazz and blues, and Celine was in heaven. She closed her eyes and let the music wash over her, feeling completely free and alive.
Jesse watched her, his heart swelling with affection. He had never seen her like this, so completely in her element. He felt a surge of pride that he was the one who had brought her here.
As the night wore on, they danced together, lost in the music and each other. Jesse felt like they were the only two people in the room, that nothing else mattered but them and the music.
At one point, the band played a slow ballad, and Jesse pulled Celine close. They swayed together, their bodies pressed against each other. Jesse could feel the heat of her body through her dress, and he longed to kiss her.
He leaned in, and Celine met him halfway. Their lips touched, and the world fell away. Everything else disappeared, and all that remained was the intense heat between them.
As the song ended, they broke apart, their eyes locked. Celine’s eyes were dark and smoky, and Jesse felt his resolve start to slip away.
“Celine,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “I can’t stand it. I want you so badly.”
Celine looked at him, her eyes burning with the same desire. “Jesse,” she whispered. “I want you too.”
They left the club and walked quickly through the darkened streets, their hands clasped tightly together. They both knew what was going to happen, and neither could wait any longer.
They arrived at Jesse’s hotel, and he unlocked the door, his hands shaking with anticipation. As they walked into the room, Celine stopped him.
“Jesse, are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Jesse took her in his arms, his eyes intent on hers. “Celine, I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. I want to be with you.”
Celine looked at him for a moment, then nodded. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely audible.
They kissed again, more passionately this time, their bodies pressed together. Jesse could feel the heat rising between them, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
They made love for what felt like hours, their bodies entwined as they explored each other. It was like nothing either of them had ever experienced before, a deep connection that went beyond the physical.
As they lay in each other’s arms, the sun just starting to rise, Jesse knew that he had found something special. He didn’t know where this was going to go, but for now, he was content to bask in the warmth and intimacy of this moment.
Celine snuggled closer to him, her head on his chest. “Jesse,” she whispered. “Where do we go from here?”
Jesse kissed the top of her head. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “But I do know that I want to be with you. I want to see where this goes.”
Celine looked up at him, her eyes searching his. “Me too,” she said softly. “I want to see where this goes.”
Chapter 11: Futures
Jesse and Celine walked slowly through the narrow streets of Paris, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the street lamps. They had been talking for hours, wandering aimlessly through the city, and now they found themselves in a quiet corner of the Latin Quarter, surrounded by ancient buildings and narrow alleys.
They stopped at an iron gate and peered inside. It was a small courtyard, filled with potted plants and the sound of trickling water. Jesse turned to Celine and took her hand. “This is it,” he said, and led her through the gate.
They sat down on a stone bench and looked around. The courtyard was deserted, and the only sound was the soft murmur of the water fountain. Celine took a deep breath and leaned back, her eyes closed.
“What are you thinking?” Jesse asked, breaking the silence.
Celine opened her eyes and turned to him. “Do you ever think about what our lives would be like if we had stayed together?” she asked.
Jesse nodded. “All the time,” he said. “I wonder where we would be living, what we would be doing.”
They were quiet for a moment, lost in their own thoughts. Celine looked up at the sky, where a few stars twinkled through the haze of Parisian light pollution.
“Do you believe in fate?” she asked suddenly.
Jesse furrowed his brow. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Do you?”
Celine shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “But sometimes I feel like there’s a reason we keep running into each other.”
Jesse looked at her, his heart pounding. “Do you want to be with me?” he asked.
Celine hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yes,” she said softly. “I do.”
They leaned in and kissed, their lips meeting in a sigh of longing and desire. For a few moments, they were lost in each other, wrapped up in the intensity of their shared passion.
When they finally pulled away, Jesse looked at Celine with a mixture of sadness and hope. “What are we going to do?” he asked.
Celine shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said. “But I know that I don’t want to lose you again.”
They sat in the courtyard for a while longer, holding hands and talking softly about their hopes and fears. As the night deepened and the city grew quieter, they made their way back to the hotel, lost in thought and uncertainty.
Chapter 12: “The Night They Shared”
Jesse unlocked the door to his hotel room, and he and Celine walked inside. The room was spacious and well-appointed, with a large king-sized bed, a sitting area, and a view of the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
Celine looked around the room and smiled. “It’s beautiful,” she said.
Jesse took her hand and led her to the bed. They sat down together, their eyes locked on each other.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Jesse said.
“I know,” Celine replied. “It feels like a dream.”
Jesse put his arm around Celine, and she rested her head on his shoulder. They sat like that for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s company.
Finally, Jesse leaned in and kissed Celine. It was a gentle kiss at first, but it quickly became more passionate. They wrapped their arms around each other, and their tongues danced together as they explored each other’s mouths.
After a few minutes, they broke apart, panting for breath.
“We shouldn’t do this,” Celine said softly.
“Why not?” Jesse asked. “We’ve waited nine years for this moment.”
“I know,” Celine said, “but we’re both in relationships. We have responsibilities to other people.”
“I know,” Jesse said. “But we also have responsibilities to ourselves. We can’t deny how we feel about each other.”
Celine looked into Jesse’s eyes and saw the truth in them. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
They kissed again, this time with even more intensity. Jesse reached for the buttons on Celine’s blouse, and she didn’t stop him. He slowly unbuttoned it, revealing her lacy bra.
Jesse ran his hands over Celine’s breasts, causing her to moan softly. She reached for the buttons on his shirt, and soon they were both half-naked.
Jesse pulled Celine onto the bed with him, and they rolled around, kissing and touching each other all over. Their bodies were electric with desire, and they couldn’t get enough of each other.
As they made love, Jesse and Celine knew that what they were doing was risky and maybe even foolish. But in that moment, none of that mattered. They were caught up in the intensity of their feelings for each other and the pleasure of being together.
After they had both climaxed, they lay together in the bed, their limbs entwined.
“This is insane,” Celine said, panting for breath.
“I know,” Jesse replied. “But it’s also amazing.”
Celine looked at him and smiled. “I love you,” she said.
“I love you too,” Jesse said. “And I don’t want this to end.”
Celine snuggled closer to Jesse, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter 13: Morning Comes Too Soon
The alarm on Jesse’s phone buzzed early in the morning, interrupting the peaceful sleep he’d finally found. He groaned, rolling over and reaching for the phone on the nightstand, silencing the annoying sound. His eyes opened, and reality came rushing back.
Celine was beside him, sleeping peacefully. He couldn’t believe what had transpired between them. He’d spent the night holding her, feeling her warmth and breathing in her scent. Jesse had woken up several times in the night, just to look at her – to make sure she was still there – and every time he had found her, she had been nestled into his chest, sleeping soundly.
He hated the thought of leaving her, but he had to catch his flight back to the U.S. If he didn’t, he would be letting down his son, Hank. He had responsibilities, and he couldn’t shirk them any longer.
Jesse slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake Celine, and began to pack his bags. He moved quietly, not wanting to disturb her, but she stirred as he zipped up his suitcase.
“Where are you going?” she asked sleepily, her eyes still closed.
He turned to her, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I have to catch a flight,” he said softly. “Back to the States.”
Celine’s eyes opened, and she sat upright. “Right,” she said, disappointment evident in her voice.
Jesse reached out to take her hand. “Celine, I don’t want to leave you,” he said earnestly. “But I have to go. I have a son, Hank, and I can’t just disappear. You know that.”
Celine nodded, looking down at their entwined hands. “Of course,” she said, her voice catching.
Jesse got up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He looked back at her, wanting to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he walked over to her, placing a soft kiss on her lips.
“I’ll never forget you,” he said, his eyes meeting hers. “No matter what happens, I’ll always cherish the time we’ve had together.”
Celine’s eyes filled with tears, and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. “I’ll never forget you either,” she whispered.
Jesse swallowed hard, hugging her back. He knew he had to go, but he didn’t want to leave this moment. He wanted to stay with her forever, but he couldn’t. He reluctantly pulled away, grabbing his bags and heading for the door.
Celine followed him, and they stood in the doorway for a moment, looking at each other. They both knew it was time to say goodbye, but neither of them wanted to.
“Goodbye, Jesse,” Celine said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Goodbye, Celine,” Jesse replied, his voice thick with emotion.
He turned and walked away, out of the apartment, and down the stairs. Tears streamed down his face, and his heart felt heavy. He didn’t know what the future held, but he knew that he would always carry a part of Celine with him.
As he walked down the street, he heard someone calling his name. He turned, and there was Celine, running towards him.
“I don’t want to say goodbye,” she said, reaching him and wrapping her arms around him once again.
Jesse hugged her back, holding her tightly. “Then don’t,” he said, pulling away and looking into her eyes.
They stood there for a moment, not moving, just looking at each other. Then, without warning, Celine leaned up and kissed him, her lips soft against his. Jesse kissed her back, his heart soaring.
When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless.
“What do we do now?” Celine asked, looking up at him.
Jesse took her hand, squeezing it gently. “We take it one day at a time,” he said. “We try to figure out a way to make this work.”
Celine nodded, her eyes full of hope. “Okay,” she said softly.
They stood there for a few more moments, not wanting to let go. But eventually, Jesse had to leave. He pulled away from her, grabbing his bags once again.
“I’ll call you,” he said, looking at her one last time before turning and walking away.
Celine watched him go, her heart full of love and longing. She knew that they had a difficult road ahead of them, but as long as they had each other, she believed that they could make it work.
Jesse walked down the street, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He had to go home, had to go back to his life, but he didn’t want to. All he wanted was to be with Celine.
As he rounded the corner, he looked back once again, seeing Celine still standing in the doorway, watching him go. He knew that he had to keep his promise to her, had to find a way to make this work.
Jesse took a deep breath and continued on his way, not knowing what the future held, but determined to make it a good one.
Some scenes from the A.I. movie Before Sunset
EXT. RYDER’S ISLAND – DAY
The surf crashes against the shore of Ryder’s Island, a small, rocky outcrop jutting out of the ocean. A few seagulls circle overhead, screeching in the salty air.
INT. RYDER’S LIGHTHOUSE – DAY
Inside the lighthouse on the island, we see a middle-aged man named ROBERT RYDER, sitting at a desk in front of a typewriter. He’s dressed in a loose-fitting sweater and a pair of jeans, his eyes scanning a page of paper in front of him.
(muttering to himself)
It’s not right. It’s just not right.
Suddenly, there’s a sharp knock on the door.
Come on in.
The door creaks open to reveal a young woman named LUCY, in her early 20s, dressed in a long coat and carrying a backpack.
Hi there. I’m Lucy. I was wondering if you could help me.
I’m sorry, miss. This is a private residence. I don’t usually entertain visitors.
I understand that, but I’m lost, and I saw your lighthouse from the beach. I was hoping you could tell me how to get back to the mainland.
Robert looks at Lucy for a moment before letting out a sigh.
All right. I’ll help you out. But you have to promise not to tell anyone about this place.
Robert puts on his coat and picks up a lantern.
EXT. RYDER’S ISLAND – DAY
Robert and Lucy walk along the rocky shore, the sound of the ocean echoing in the background.
So, why do you live all the way out here on this tiny island?
I came out here after I lost my family. I needed to be alone for a while.
I’m sorry. That must have been tough.
It was. But I’ve learned to live with it. Life goes on.
They come to a small cliff overlooking the ocean.
This is the best spot to see the sunset.
Lucy looks out at the horizon, the sun beginning its descent into the water.
It is, isn’t it?
They stand there in companionable silence for a few moments, watching the sunset.
Well, I should get you back to the mainland. It’s not safe to be out here after dark.
Thank you for showing me around.
They make their way back along the rocky shore, the sound of the waves growing louder as they approach the lighthouse.
INT. RYDER’S LIGHTHOUSE – DAY
Lucy is getting ready to leave, packing up her backpack.
Thanks again for your help.
No problem at all.
Actually, do you think I could use your typewriter?
Robert looks at her for a moment, then nods his head.
Lucy sits down at the desk and starts typing.
INT. RYDER’S LIGHTHOUSE – NIGHT
Lucy is still typing away, the sound of the ocean outside growing louder as the darkness deepens.
CUT TO BLACK.
INT. JOE’S OFFICE – DAY
Joe is sitting in his office, scrolling through his phone when he hears a knock on the door. He looks up to see his assistant, MARIA, walk in with a folder in her hand.
Maria, please tell me you have good news for me.
I do. The team just finished their initial round of research on the new project, and the results are promising.
(exhaling a sigh of relief)
Thank God. We really needed something to go right for us after that last fiasco.
I couldn’t agree more. But it looks like we’ve found a new avenue to pursue. I’ll send over the details to you right now.
Great work, Maria. Thank you.
Maria nods and leaves the office, while Joe leans back in his chair, feeling more hopeful than he has in a while.
EXT. COFFEE SHOP – DAY
Avery is sitting outside a small coffee shop, typing away on her laptop when she hears a loud crash. She looks up to see a man frantically picking up his scattered papers and muttering under his breath.
(walking over to help)
Do you need some help there?
The man looks up, startled, but then breaks into a grateful smile.
(trying to gather the papers)
I think I’ve got it. Thank you, though.
No problem. Are you okay? I heard something break.
Just a glass jar of jam. It’s a bit of a mess, but nothing too serious.
(stretching out her hand)
I’m Avery, by the way.
(shaking her hand)
They both smile at each other, and Jack hesitates for a moment before speaking up.
I don’t know if this is too forward, but would you like to join me for a cup of coffee? My treat, of course.
(surprised but pleased)
Actually, I could use a break. I’d love to.
They both gather their things and head inside the coffee shop, engaged in conversation and enjoying each other’s company.
INT. JOE’S OFFICE – AFTERNOON
Joe is on the phone, his expression worried as he listens to the person on the other end of the line.
I see. Alright, thank you for letting me know.
He hangs up the phone and leans back in his chair, deep in thought.
This is not good.
EXT. COFFEE SHOP – AFTERNOON
Avery and Jack are standing outside the coffee shop, exchanging phone numbers.
Looks like fate brought us together today.
I don’t know about fate, but I’m glad the jam jar broke.
They both laugh, and as they part ways, Avery catches a glimpse of Joe walking past, his expression tense.
I wonder what his story is.
INT. JOE’S OFFICE – LATE AFTERNOON
Joe is pacing back and forth in his office when Maria walks in, looking worried.
Joe, we need to talk.
(stopping his pacing)
What’s going on?
(voice shaking slightly)
I just heard from accounting- we’re in trouble. The last project we invested in is going bankrupt, and we might not be able to recover our investment.
Joe’s face falls, and he slumps into his chair.
This is it. The end of the line.
Maria tries to reassure him, but Joe stares despondently at his computer screen, feeling defeated.
INT. AVERY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Avery is sitting on her couch, scrolling through her phone when she remembers Joe’s worried expression. She decides to do some research and starts digging through online articles, trying to piece together the puzzle.
(muttering to herself)
There’s got to be something here.
As she delves deeper into her search, she begins to uncover a web of deceit and corruption, involving Joe’s company and the failed investment. Her eyes widen in shock as she realizes the extent of the scandal.
INT. JOE’S OFFICE – LATE NIGHT
Joe is still sitting in his dark office, staring blankly at his computer screen when Avery bursts in.
What the hell have you been doing, Joe?
Avery? What are you doing here?
(pointing at the computer screen)
I know about the scandal. You can’t hide from me.
Joe looks at her, his expression a mix of shame and resignation.
I know. I’m sorry.
Sorry? That’s it? You’ve ruined people’s lives, and all you can say is sorry?
I know I messed up. But I didn’t do it alone.
Avery stares at him for a moment, torn between anger and sympathy.
Fine. I’ll help you figure this out. But you better make it right, Joe.
Joe nods, grateful for Avery’s support as they start to navigate the difficult road ahead.
INT. CAFÉ – AFTERNOON
Jesse and Celine are sitting across from each other at a small table, finishing up their lunch. The café is quaint and cozy, with soft French music playing in the background.
CELINE: So, what’s next on your book tour?
JESSE: I have a reading in Madrid next week, then I’m off to London.
CELINE: And what about your family? Are they travelling with you?
JESSE: No, unfortunately not. My ex-wife wanted to take Henry with her parents to Hawaii this summer.
CELINE: That must be hard.
JESSE: Yeah, it is. But I’m glad he’s getting to spend time with his grandparents.
CELINE: (smiling) You know, I always imagined you as a father.
JESSE: (surprised) Really? Why is that?
CELINE: I don’t know. I guess I just saw you as someone who’d be good with kids.
Jesse smiles, looking down at his hands.
JESSE: (softly) I hope I am.
Celine reaches across the table to touch his hand, and their eyes meet. They both feel a stirring of emotion, and the air between them becomes charged.
CELINE: (whispering) Jesse, can we talk about what happened in Vienna?
JESSE: (taken aback) What do you mean?
CELINE: That night we spent together. I think about it all the time.
Jesse looks deep into her eyes, feeling the intensity of the moment.
JESSE: (hesitant) Celine, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.
CELINE: (urgently) Please, Jesse. I need to know if what we shared was real.
Jesse takes a deep breath, then nods.
JESSE: Okay. Let’s talk about it.
Scene: Chapter 4
INT. A BOAT ON THE SEINE – DAY
Jesse and Celine are sitting across from each other on a boat ride down the Seine. The Eiffel Tower looms in the background.
Celine: “It’s so beautiful here. I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve been back.”
Jesse: “Yeah, it’s amazing. Do you remember the last time you were here?”
Celine: “Of course I do. I was with my ex-boyfriend. We had a huge fight on this very boat. I thought we were going to break up.”
Jesse: “What happened?”
Celine: “We were arguing about something stupid, and he said something really hurtful. I couldn’t forgive him for it.”
Jesse: “I’m sorry to hear that. It sounds like a tough time.”
Celine: “It was. But I’m over it now. I’m with someone new, and he’s amazing.”
Jesse: “That’s great. I’m glad you found someone who makes you happy.”
Celine: “What about you? Are you seeing anyone?”
Jesse: “I am. I have a son now. He’s almost four.”
Celine looks surprised.
Celine: “Wow, I had no idea. That’s amazing. Congratulations.”
Jesse: “Thanks. It’s been a wild ride. Being a parent is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but it’s also the most rewarding.”
Celine: “I can imagine. I’ve always thought that parenting must be a huge challenge.”
Jesse: “It definitely is. But it’s worth it. I love my son more than anything.”
Celine: “That’s so sweet. I’m happy for you.”
They continue to talk, lost in the beauty of the city and the river. The boat ride takes them past Notre-Dame and other iconic landmarks. As they talk, Celine begins to lean towards Jesse, and he leans in as well. They share a moment of closeness before the boat ride comes to an end.
INT. CAFÉ, PARIS – AFTERNOON
Jesse and Celine sit across from each other in a cozy corner of the café. The faint sound of french music softly plays in the background.
It’s strange to think that after all these years, we’re together again.
I know. Fate brought us here.
Fate or coincidence?
Maybe it’s both.
Do you believe in fate, Jesse?
I didn’t before, but now I’m not sure.
Celine takes a sip of her coffee, and Jesse looks at her tenderly.
You’ve hardly changed. Still the same beautiful, intelligent girl I met in Vienna.
Celine smiles coyly.
You’ve changed, though. You’re a father now.
Jesse fiddles with his wedding ring.
Yes, I am. I have a son.
Celine’s tone becomes more serious.
Jesse, I know we’re catching up on old times, but I have to ask something.
Jesse leans towards her, intrigued.
What is it?
Do you ever regret not getting off the train in Vienna?
Jesse looks at her, surprised.
I think about it all the time.
INT. JESSE’S HOTEL ROOM – DAY
Jesse wakes up and stretches his arms. He looks at Celine sleeping peacefully beside him. He smiles and kisses her forehead. Celine wakes up and smiles back.
Celine: Good morning.
Jesse: Good morning. How did you sleep?
Celine: Like a baby. What about you?
Jesse: Best sleep I’ve had in years.
Celine: (giggles) You sound like an old man.
Jesse: (laughs) Maybe I am.
Celine: (smiling) So, what’s the plan for today?
Jesse: (sighs) I have to catch a flight to New York in a few hours.
Celine: (disappointed) Oh.
Jesse: But I don’t want to leave yet.
Celine: (curious) What do you mean?
Jesse: (determined) I mean, I want to spend more time with you.
Celine: (surprised) Jesse, we both have our own lives now.
Jesse: (passionate) I know, but I can’t ignore how I feel about you.
Celine: (confused) Jesse, we can’t just pick up where we left off. It’s been nine years.
Jesse: (persistent) I know, but don’t you feel what I feel?
Celine: (nodding) Of course I do, but…
Jesse: (interrupts) Then let’s take a chance. Let’s see where this goes.
Celine: (sighs) Jesse, I don’t know.
Jesse: (reassuring) Just think about it. Please.
Celine nods and Jesse kisses her.
INT. AIRPORT LOUNGE – DAY
Jesse is waiting for his flight. He checks his phone and sees a message from Celine: “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
He smiles and starts to type a response.
INT. BOOKSTORE – DAY
Jesse signs copies of his book for a small line of people. He finishes the last one and looks up, seeing Celine for the first time in nine years. They lock eyes and share a knowing smile before she walks out of sight.
Jesse gathers his things and steps outside, looking around for Celine. He finds her on a nearby bench, watching the passersby. He approaches her.
Celine looks up and sees Jesse, surprised.
They sit in silence for a moment, both unsure of what to say.
I can’t believe it’s really you.
I can’t believe you wrote a whole book about our night together.
Well, I had to do something to pass the time.
So, what brings you to Paris?
Jesse tells her about his book tour and Celine fills him in on her life, including a recent breakup.
I’m sorry to hear that. Are you okay?
Yeah, I think so. It just wasn’t the right fit, you know?
Jesse nods in understanding.
I know exactly what you mean.
They sit in silence again, both feeling a deep connection that they can’t quite put into words.
Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?
No, not really. Just flying out tonight.
Well, I know a great little café just down the street. Do you want to grab a coffee or something?
I’d love to.
They stand up and start walking, picking up their conversation where they left off.
INT. RESTAURANT – NIGHT
Jesse and Celine sit across from each other at a candlelit table. They share a bottle of wine and engage in deep conversation.
Do you ever feel like you’re living the life of someone else, like you’re playing a character in your own life story?
Celine takes a sip of wine and ponders his question.
Sometimes. But then I remind myself that I’m the one writing the story, and I have the power to change the plot or the ending if I want to.
Jesse nods, intrigued by her perspective.
What about regrets? Do you have any?
Plenty. But I try not to dwell on them. Everything we do, every mistake we make, it’s all a part of our journey. And maybe we need those mistakes to lead us to where we’re meant to be.
Their eyes lock, and they both feel a strong connection between them.
What about you, Jesse? Any regrets?
I regret not staying in touch with you after that night in Vienna.
Celine smiles, touched by his honesty.
Me too. But maybe it was meant to happen this way. Maybe we needed these nine years apart to grow and discover ourselves.
Jesse nods, and they both fall into a comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company.
(Taking Celine’s hand)
I’m glad we met again, Celine. You’re the only person who truly understands me.
Celine squeezes his hand back, feeling the same way.
I’m glad too, Jesse. I feel like we have a second chance.
Jesse leans in, their faces inches apart.
I don’t want to waste it.
Celine answers with a kiss, and they both know that they have found something special.
INT. PARIS APARTMENT – DAY
Jesse and Celine are lying in bed, looking into each other’s eyes. They are both flushed and out of breath.
That was… amazing.
Yeah, it was.
There’s a moment of silence between them as they both catch their breath.
So, what happens now?
Jesse turns to face her, placing a hand on her cheek.
Now? Now we enjoy this. We enjoy each other. We don’t worry about the future, or what may or may not happen. We just… be.
Celine looks at him for a moment, studying his face. Finally, she smiles.
Okay. I can do that.
They settle back into the bed, cuddling close to each other.
INT. PARIS APARTMENT – EVENING
Jesse and Celine are sitting on the couch with glasses of wine in their hands. There’s a comfortable silence between them.
You know, I never thought I’d see you again. After that night in Vienna, I thought you were just a memory.
I thought the same thing about you. I never thought I’d see you reading your book in Paris.
Funny how life works, huh?
Yeah. Life is funny.
There’s a pause between them.
(looking at him)
So, what happens now?
Jesse sets his glass down and turns to face her.
Well, I know what I want to happen. But it’s up to you.
Celine looks at him, studying his face.
What do you want to happen?
Jesse takes a deep breath.
(looking into her eyes)
I want to be with you, Celine. I want to leave everything behind and start a new life with you.
Celine’s eyes widen in surprise.
(shaking her head)
Jesse, you have a son. You have a life in the US. You can’t just leave everything behind for me.
I can’t imagine my life without you, Celine. I know it’s crazy, but I love you. And I want to be with you.
Celine looks at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable.
Jesse, I don’t know what to say.
Just say you’ll think about it. That’s all I’m asking.
Celine looks at him for another moment before nodding.
Okay. I’ll think about it.
Jesse doesn’t say anything, but he looks relieved.
INT. PARIS APARTMENT – LATER
Jesse and Celine are sitting on the couch, talking and laughing. There’s a lightness between them that wasn’t there before.
You know, for a while there, I thought we were going to be all serious and heavy. But I forgot how funny you can be.
Hey, I didn’t win you over in Vienna by being boring.
(touching his arm)
Thank you, Jesse. For today.
Thank you, Celine. For being here with me.
They share a look, and then Celine leans in to kiss him. Jesse wraps an arm around her, deepening the kiss.
INT. PARIS APARTMENT – NIGHT
Jesse and Celine are lying in bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms.
I don’t know how this is going to end.
Jesse reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of her face.
I don’t either. But I know one thing.
Celine looks at him, waiting.
(looking into her eyes)
I don’t want it to end.
They share a moment of silence before Jesse leans in to kiss her, and they settle back into each other’s arms.
INT. MUSIC CLUB – NIGHT
Jesse and Celine walk into a dimly lit music club. The sound of live music fills the air. They find a table near the stage and sit down. The room is packed, and the atmosphere is electric.
Jesse: “I used to come here all the time when I lived in Paris. I’m surprised it’s still around.”
Celine: “It looks like a great spot. I’m glad we came here.”
The band starts playing a slow, sultry tune. Celine and Jesse look at each other, and without a word, they get up and move towards the dance floor. They dance slowly, their bodies pressing together.
Jesse: “You’re an amazing dancer.”
Celine: “You’re not so bad yourself.”
The music slows down, and Jesse pulls Celine closer. They dance slowly, lost in each other’s eyes.
Celine: “What are we doing, Jesse?”
Jesse: “I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about you. And I know you feel the same way.”
Celine looks away, her expression conflicted.
Jesse: “I know we both have other lives, but I can’t help wondering what could have been if we had stayed together all those years ago.”
Celine: “Don’t do this, Jesse. We can’t undo the past.”
Jesse: “I know. But we can create a future.”
Celine pulls away from Jesse and leaves the dance floor. Jesse follows her and catches up with her outside the club.
Jesse: “Celine, wait. Talk to me.”
Celine turns to face Jesse, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Celine: “I can’t do this, Jesse. I can’t have my heart broken again.”
Jesse: “I’m not going to break your heart. I promise.”
Celine: “You promise? You promised me that before, and look what happened. I can’t go through that again.”
Jesse: “I know, Celine. And I’m sorry. But we’re older now, wiser. We know what we want. And we want each other.”
Celine looks at Jesse, her expression softening.
Celine: “What about your son? And your girlfriend?”
Jesse: “I don’t know. All I know is that I want to be with you. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to be with you.”
Celine looks at Jesse, her eyes searching his face for any sign of doubt. But all she sees is sincerity and love.
Celine: “Okay, Jesse. Okay.”
Jesse smiles, relief flooding his face.
Celine nods, a small smile playing on her lips.
INT. JESSE’S HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
Jesse and Celine enter the room, both feeling nervous and excited. They look around the room, taking in the details of their surroundings.
This is crazy. What are we doing here, Jesse?
I don’t know, Celine. But I do know that I’ve wanted this for a long time.
Celine looks at Jesse, her eyes full of emotion.
Jesse takes Celine’s hand and leads her to the bed. They sit down, facing each other. The air is thick with tension as they gaze into each other’s eyes.
(takes a deep breath)
Celine, I just want you to know how I feel. I’ve never stopped thinking about you since that night in Vienna. I know we’re both in relationships and have our own lives now, but I can’t help but feel that we’re meant to be together.
Celine listens intently, tears welling up in her eyes.
(takes his hand)
I feel the same way, Jesse. I’ve thought about you every day for the past nine years. It’s like we have this connection that we can’t deny.
Jesse leans in and kisses Celine softly on the lips. They both feel a rush of emotion as their bodies press together.
I want to be with you, Celine. I want to make this work.
Me too. But we have to be careful. We have to think about the consequences of our actions.
Jesse nods, his eyes still locked onto hers.
You’re right. But for tonight, let’s forget about everything else and just be together.
Celine smiles, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.
Jesse leans in and kisses her again, this time more forcefully. Celine responds eagerly, knowing that this night will be one that she will never forget.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. JESSE’S HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT
Jesse and Celine sit on the bed, still in each other’s arms, their clothes askew.
I can’t believe we just did that.
Celine smiles and leans her head on Jesse’s shoulder.
I can’t either.
They sit in silence for a moment, enjoying the closeness they’ve missed for so long.
Hey, it’s been a long day. Why don’t you stay here and sleep?
Celine looks up at him, surprised.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll sleep on the couch.
Hey, it’s a nice couch.
Celine laughs and leans in to kiss him.
Celine lays back on the bed, and Jesse gets up and starts to gather some blankets and pillows from the closet.
Okay, I’m going to set up the couch for you.
I’m not sure I want to sleep on that couch.
Well, we could share the bed.
Celine raises an eyebrow, considering the idea.
Maybe we should.
Jesse grins and tosses the blankets onto the floor.
Celine giggles and crawls across the bed to join him.
They kiss passionately, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies.
The camera pans out as they sink back into the pillows, tangled in each other’s limbs.
FADE TO BLACK.