*”Running late again, Renny”*, he thought to himself, as he raced his bike through the crowded streets and alleyways of Paris. It would take him a great deal of effort to explain to ‘Miss V’ that over sleeping was a good enough reason to not show up for work on time. His studies kept him up late nights, due to the short summer semester abroad and working part time at Mrs. Verduin’s wine shop filled up the rest of his schedule. He hardly had time for a social life or to enjoy the rich culture and social life that Paris offered.
Still, he had learned a great deal about wine and vineyards from Miss V. A widow herself, she took over her the shop and the vineyard from her husband, who was once the associate of her father. It was her families vineyard, but her husband worked with her father before they were even dating to establish their label and storefront. It was there that they fell in love and it never would have succeeded if not for his efforts, but her father was gone for several years and her husband having tragically died in a plane crash about a decade ago left her in charge of all of it.