Springtime in Paris
"I thought you'd never come," she said.
To this, he bowed deep in his white tuxedo and handed her a pink flower.
"My deepest apologies," he replied. "I would have been here sooner, but that sun was caught up in a deep conversation with the clouds. You know how they can rattle on together."
“Well now that you’re here,” she said, “let’s get a photo. Smile.”