All was quiet in Paris as you stood on the Pont Alexandre III. The water in the river below was reflecting the bright stars shining above.

You hadn’t noticed the stranger standing a few feet away from you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that he was wearing a black tuxedo, his black hair neatly combed back as he stared at the sky, just as you were.

He glanced over at you, but didn’t speak.