Her soft skin collects into dimples as she speaks to her lover on handsfree. Her beautiful beige coat and scarf perfectly pulled together, and glasses resting on her delicate face. She notices the lens pointing at her, on her ride from work to home through Paris, but it only gives her a glint in the eye and a cheeky smile. She continues talking; a French purr. The man on a motorcycle next to her stares and wonders who she is, to have paparazzi. The light changes and she disappears into the chaos that is peak hour traffic in this wonderful city.