Sometimes a little magic is all we need

This is not a fairytale, I promise!
I wake up that morning before my alarm had rang knowing that we have a day off. I was in a French volunteer camp, and that day we were free to do whatever we want!
Since I had been to Paris few times before that, I wanted to spend the day seeing a different side from Paris. I wanted to go to a random park, see a hidden street, visit a small unpopular restaurant, and to just feel. To feel the air, which in Paris doesn’t smell like oxygen, it smells like magic. Not to get too emotional…
I, together with the four other volunteers in the camp and the 2 camp counselors went for a walk in the city. One of the counselors I couldn’t personally stand, such a bossy and arrogant girl. But who asks me, I was a volunteer and she was a counselor. Speaking of the other one, he was the most handsome and intelligent guy I had EVER met in my life. My jaw has never fallen to the ground for a boy, until I saw him. Walking around Paris we got to the square Saint Sulpice, when three of the girls got tired, so they went back to the campus with the female-counselor, leaving me and my friend with the handsome guy (not that it bothered us).
I was never an adventurous person, until this very moment. He invited me to swim in the fountain on the square. Such a foolish idea, but how could I say no? Right after I got in, he took me in his arms and we both stood hugged under the gush of water. I really couldn’t believe it is not a fairytale!
When we got back to the campus, all soaking wet, it was sunset and we went to buy something to drink. And like in all fairytales there was an obstacle, the other counselor, who wouldn’t let us drink. We waited for her to go to bed, then got the bottles. First one, then the second one… he took a pen and wrote something in French on my arm, but I was not the most sober person on Earth, so I decided to take a photo of it and to see it the next morning.
We went outside, in the nearby park. It started raining. Covered with a blanket we sat on a bench. And we kissed. We kissed just until sunrise. Then I got to my room and saw what he wrote on my arm: Don’t tell anyone.
Well, I just told all of you. Because this day, for the first time in my life, I started believing in magic. On the Saint Sulpice square in Paris.