Faux Pas

Six days in Paris, that was the plan. Keep my head down, do my duty, and then I'd go back to my vineyard. It was smooth sailing until she came into the restaurant and sent back my newest full-bodied savory creation.
I ignored her until she stormed out of the restaurant looking for a taxi at one in the morning. The gentleman I was, I couldn't leave her wandering around the streets of Paris, could I?
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