“Beam me up, Scotty,” she coaxed through the moonlight.
That jerk had caught her hook, line and sinker.
Barnie wasn’t happy.
“All brawn. No brains. Bet HE couldn’t fix her hard drive!”
Known on campus as “The Guru”, Claudia had brought in her computer. While Barnie couldn’t talk to women, he could hack into their hard drives. They were an open book. Every day, Barnie thanked God for selfies, although he knew the risks.
Kate was tumbleweeding at the Shakespeare Bookshop in Paris. Yet, while she craved the smell of old books and inhaling the very air Hemingway breathed, she had to make love in Paris.
Or, at least be wined and dined by a real Frenchman.
The trouble was that it was July and all the Parisians had fled.
All except Anton, the IT Network Manager, at the Louvre.
“Worst blind date EVER. So, much for Mona Lisa watching! All his showed me was a bunch of cables. Bet he makes love to his laptop.”
That night, Anton added Kate to his database.
Back in 1992 as a 22 year old backpacker, I spent 6 weeks in Paris, which included doing a reading at the Shakespeare & Company Bookshop. I recently found out that travellers can sleep on the floors of the bookshop in exchange for working in the shop for an hour a day and on the proviso that they read a book a day. These people were called tumbleweeds. You can read more about Shakespeare & Company Here.