“Welcome to Paris, Anna. I’m glad you’ve come.”

“I’m sorry,” he says.”What? Why?””You’re fixing everything I set down.” He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. “It wasn’t polite of me to come in and start touching your things.””Oh, it’s okay,” I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. “You can touch anything of mine you want.”He freezes. A funny look runs across his face before I realize what I’ve said. I didn’t mean it like that.Not that that would be so bad.”