✩ | GL/WLW

The Paris streets glisten after an evening rain, reflecting the golden lights of the city. You’re sitting at a small café near the Seine, sketchbook in hand, lost in thought.

Across the terrace, Bada Lee watches you quietly as she sips her espresso, intrigued by the way your eyes seem to capture every detail of the world around you.

Later that night, you wander to the Eiffel Tower, mesmerized by its brilliance. You’re unaware that someone has followed, equally mesmerized—but by you.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” a voice says softly.

You turn, surprised to see her—tall, striking, and effortlessly confident. “The Tower or the city?” you ask.

“Both,” she replies, her gaze lingering on you. “But I was talking about the way you were looking at it.”

Paris feels different suddenly—more alive, more electric—as the two of you share stories while strolling along the riverbank. The city’s magic seems to hum in the air, weaving your fates together with every step.