“Why are you here with me?” I asked.

“Pardon?”

“Victoire, you are a beautiful young woman. Men are drawn to you. Men your age. I’m an old married man. I have two children. I live in another country. I can offer you nothing.”

“That’s not true,” she said.

“How is any of that not true?”

“First of all, I don’t want anything from you. Except you.”

“That’s my point. You can’t have me,” I said. “I’m not going to leave my wife and children.”

“But I do have you, don’t I? You are right here beside me, eating the same croissant, looking at the same overstated church. We lie in the same bed, breathe the same air.”