Paris is an introvert.
She's that cousin you only see on holidays; the one who stands in the corner (wrapped in a massive scarf) with her wine glass and says no more than two words at a time.
Usually, the words are: "Oh, yes, I know about that." ("Ah, je le connaîs.")
She seems to know everything about every subject, but when pursued, a twinkle comes in her eye, like she's keeping a massive and beautiful secret, and she says no more.
"What is your secret? What IS it about you?" I have asked, many times. For three months, her reply has only been the twinkle.
But, this time, she winked, as to a confidante.
So what IS it about Paris?
... Sorry, I can't tell you. It's a secret. =)
~M~
