Stuart was on his way to Guinevere's room, already eager to see her after the hectic day. He had a little something he wanted to do that night, inspired by the French lesson.

A knock and he peeked in through the door. "Mind if I come in, madame?"

Stuart, now in his 30's, was living a relatively good life. He graduated from Oxford with good marks and went on to become a tax lawyer. Everything worked out except for his marriage. With the divorce finally behind him, Stuart found himself wondering what had become of the American girl he once fell in love with.

He laid on his bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. Images of Guinevere flashed through his mind and he found himself smiling. He still missed her.