“I want to hear your fairytales. Tell the stories that shape a child from the United States.”

There’s still so much they don’t know about each other but she already knows his heart. In a fit of absolute fondness he bands and slips his arms under her armpits, lifting her off her feet to give her a twirl. She’s so sweet, she’s so empathetic, she makes him giddy to be around and he wants to hold her forever.

But physical reality swiftly sets in - spinning her round on tiptoes, even with the help of those spiked heels, is a wobbly affair. He sets her down with a breathless giggle and his eyes are bright with his affection.

“Let’s go, beloved.”