“Oh no!!” she gasped aloud as they passed a new French boutique. “The entire point of this trip was to distract you from all that Franco hoo hah.”
“Sam,” she whined. “We’ll never be able to get the things we need for your brother Michael’s wedding if we linger here.”
“Well unless he’s marrying into Edith Piaf’s family,” her suitor exclaimed, “I can’t let that bother me!”
“You’re one of a kind, bubala,” she huffed.