24 Hours in Paris

The air in the chic Paris bistro hummed with the sound of loud, American laughter, a sound Mira Attwal desperately tried to distance herself from.
Seated among her rowdy coworkers from Bloom, a sparkling beverage company, Mira felt like an outsider. They were celebrating a business win, but all she felt was a quiet detachment, the lingering weight of a recently canceled wedding heavy on her mind.
Across the table, the insufferably smarmy salesman, Jake Lewis, was attempting to impress their waitress, Colette, with a can of Bloom's new lavender flavor. Mira rolled her eyes, convinced he was nothing more than a typical 'basic bro.'
As the dinner wound down, a notification on her phone delivered a fresh wave of frustration: her flight back to New York had been changed, assigned a middle seat on a later departure. A quick check revealed the same fate had befallen Jake. Stranded in Paris for an extra twenty-four hours, with the one person she wanted to avoid most.