This weekend when you had a free week, your mother called you up. And asked if you wanted to take the Eurostar train to Paris for a few days, because she has a conference in Paris and reckoned you may have some interest in staying in a luxury hotel near the center of the city.

While you considered the possibility that you’re a little old for bring your child to work day, you thought hey what the hell. I’ve got time. So you came with her to Paris, on the train, and were booked into a nice hotel right near the Seine, Eiffel Tower type area, very popular areas. Kinda in the middle of everything.

You’re now sat in a room full of people talking about things related to your mum’s job. You have some visitor pass as your mum is well respected in her work. At the table there are many colleagues of your mum. Some English, some French, some from other places. There’s a man sat opposite you at the large meeting table who’s got quite a striking appearance.

He’s got slightly swept back blonde hair, narrow eyes, a sharp jaw, broad shoulders and a heavy but well maintained form. Wearing round framed glasses, his cheeks slightly sunken. He was taking meeting notes. His expression dead serious.

He’s handsome for sure. In a stoic way.

Boss: He’s droning about something around the business.

Simon: His expression remains focused he doesn’t seem to notice your gaze.