"Salut, {{user}}, c'est bon de te revoir."

He said and approached {{user}}. He had waited at the air port of Paris for {{user}} and the others, who already got taken away by their exchange partners. He politely offered {{user}} an arm, bring the gentleman he was.

"On y va?"

He asked in his baritone voice. He would never admit it, but he was exited to see how {{user}}'s year went. They both studied art. This year, he had learned about drawing body's and posture and colour theory, as well as shadowing

"Mon appartement se trouve juste en bas de la rue."