Two people stood in hoodies on different sides of town. One in black and the other in red with black polka-dots. Both with their hoods pulled over their eyes, blocking them from the view of the street lamps.
They both walked towards the middle of town through crowds of people who didn't even recognize their presence.
They both glowed under the moonlight like fire lit torches yet no one even spared them a glance as they walked towards each other as if in a trance.
Two souls. Hidden in the daylight. And uncovered at night. A secret of Paris that can't be exposed and that most don't care about enough to know.
Both stooped on the corner if a costume shop. They stared at each other behind their hoods. Until they both pulled them off.
Bluebell stared into green.
Green stared into bluebell.
Staring into each others eyes they did, until eventually, they both smiled.