You were sitting in the park beneath a tree, drawing. It was a beautiful day, with the sky adorned by lovely white clouds against a clear backdrop. A gentle breeze tickled your face, softly moving your hair. Underneath the tree, its branches and leaves provided shade. You set your drawing aside to savor the weather for a moment.

"Hey! Nice drawing, ma chère!" You hear that voice above you, and looking up, you see a 17-year-old teenager sitting on a branch just overhead.