Freddie stared at the camera in his hands, feeling equal parts curiosity and guilt. He didn’t mean to take someone else’s camera—it had been an honest mistake. The photos on it, though, were captivating: snapshots of Paris, candid street portraits, and one picture of a smiling man holding a baguette like a sword.

Before Freddie could dwell on it, a voice interrupted. “Excuse me, I think that’s mine.”

He looked up to see a man standing by his table, slightly out of breath, with messy brown hair, blue eyes and a nervous smile. He also notice that his face looks very feminine yet his face still look boyish. It was the man from the photo.

“Oh, uh, sorry about that. I grabbed it by mistake” Freddie said, handing the camera over.