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could now spend doing new things, meeting new people.
    Feeling better now that the decision had been made, I dug my credit card out of my wallet and signaled Lucas that I was ready to go.

 
    He smiled at me as he approached, and it was so friendly and apologetic, I forgot that I was annoyed with him.
    “Give me one second.” He filled a tall glass with beer from the tap. “Don’t go anywhere.”
    Where the hell would I go? I still had no idea how to get back to the hotel from here—I’d have to ask him. A few more minutes passed before Lucas got a break, but by then another bartender had shown up to work.
    “Sorry about that.” Lucas dried his hands on a towel and came back to my end of the bar. “Can I pour you another glass?”
    I bit my lip. “I probably shouldn’t. It’s really good, though. What is it?”
    “It’s a wine from the Rhône Valley, where I’m from.”
    “I wondered if you were French. You speak English so well, you could almost pass for American.”
    “French mom, American dad,” he explained. “I was born here but raised in both places.”
    “Where in the U.S did you live?” Maybe it was the wine, but I was curious about him.
    “In upstate New York mostly, but I live in the city now.”
    I smiled. “I love New York City. But I hate flying, and New York’s a long drive from Detroit.”
    “You hate flying, yet you want to get on another plane first thing in the morning?”
    “I have to.”
    “No, you don’t.”
    Shaking my head, I insisted, “Yes, I do. You don’t understand.”
    “Sure I do. Your fiancé called off the wedding and you’re angry and sad or whatever because you’re getting close to your marriage deadline or whatever, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have a good time here. You came all this way, even though you hate to fly. There must have been a reason.”
    Oh, yeah. That’s why I was annoyed with him.
    Aggravated anew, I sat taller on my seat. “The reason was that I’ve always wanted to see Paris. It’s been a dream of mine since I was a kid. I had every day planned out, I knew exactly what we would do, the things we would see. And I thought I could handle it on my own, but now that I’m here, I can’t, OK? I can’t handle all the love and romance and fucking happiness all around me when I was supposed to be here on my honeymoon! It isn’t fair!” My voice was rising and several people glanced my way, especially since I thumped my hand on the bar with my last word. But how dare he ruin my buzz and the tenuous peace I’d made with myself about going home!
    He shrugged. “Lots of things in life aren’t fair. Doesn’t matter what city you’re in.”
    I rolled my eyes as all the attitude progress I’d made during my second glass of wine came undone. “Spare me the platitudes. I’ve heard a boatload of them in the week since I was unceremoniously dumped—via text message, mind you—seven days before my goddamn wedding.”
    Lucas regarded me carefully. “You’ve got a problem.”
    Brilliant, this asshole. “Yes. My problem is that I’m on my honeymoon, alone .”
    “That’s not your problem.”
    My jaw fell open. Who the hell was he to tell me what my problem was? He went on before I could protest.
    “Your problem is that you thought things were going to be one way and they’re not. You’re not even telling me you miss the guy who was supposed to be here with you. You just don’t want to be here alone because that wasn’t the plan.”
    “That is not what I said!”
    He laughed. “That’s exactly what you said.”
    “Well…” I flapped my hands. “That’s not what I meant. I’m flustered. And drunk.”
    “So you do miss him? Because I don’t see a heartbroken girl here in front of me. I see someone who’s angry that her relationship ended badly mostly because it ruined an idea she had about the perfect life. And she flew all the way here, but even Paris isn’t enough to distract her from the fact she didn’t get