“Oh, I’m so sorry miss – honestly I wasn’t paying any attention – and oh look, you dropped your – here let me – is there any way I can-” He might be a man now, but he still stammers and rambles when he’s embarrassed, head still bent as he tries to shake the dirt off her novel. She smirks at the sight.
“Why, Mr Blythe, are all the Parisians as clumsy as you are?” Anne is relieved by the steadiness of her voice, even though her heart is thumping in her chest and her mind is whirling with questions as to why he is back, why now.
Gilbert goes to Paris, Anne goes to Queens, and years later they both return to Avonlea and meet again. They should be older and wiser, but when neither of ever admits to their mistakes and misunderstandings, will they ever sort themselves out?