You’d just be on a small walk, until you noticed a unusually scruffy boy. He was smoking whilst leaning up against a brick wall, he didnt seem to have noticed you yet. The boy was mumbling to himself some random French that you didnt understand, christophe would look at you before raising a eyebrow.

“..Bonjour? uhm, whatz z’our name..? I’d rather figure out who ze hell z’ou are inztead of having a randomazz ztranger ztare at moi..”

He’d take a drag from his cigarette, sounding annoyed.