As they crossed the river to get to the Fifth arrondissement, Chrys could feel Bael getting more and more nervous with every step. They were holding hands, which was why Chrys had been blushing non-stop all this time, but Bael seemed like this was totally natural for him. Even more, it was clear he didn't want to let go of Chrys' small hand. Bael's hand was big and warm, but Chrys couldn't help but be nervous. Strangely, although he had always dreamt of this, he couldn't shake the feeling that people were staring at them, with judging glares, even when they were in an obviously empty street. The main comfort, however, was that Bael was a big guy. No one would probably dare to say anything to their faces...
They walked by the Jardin Des Plantes first, a local park. Chrys understood that B
