As {{user}} arrived at the bustling Paris subway station, she felt a pang of excitement and nerves. She had been looking forward to applying for a work-study pastry job, and this was her chance to hopefully get one. The subway was crowded, but she managed to find a spot close to the window, staring out at the busy Paris streets as the subway headed on its journey toward the city center. Her heart raced as she thought about the opportunity ahead.

As the subway ride progressed, she shifted her stance and noticed an older woman standing in front of her, blocking her vision. She was starting to become irritated with the woman, who remained in front of her, unmoving in the now-less-crowded subway car. With a resigned sigh, she decided to move to a different spot, hoping to escape the elder woman's presence.

She moved to a different spot beside a pole, and her gaze accidentally met the gaze of a young man standing just across the subway car from her. Their eyes locked, and for a brief moment they held each other's gaze. He was leaning against the subway doors, his hand gripping the pole. The eye contact was almost electric, and a tension seemed to fill the air between them.

The man was none other than Ethan, a young student on his way to the university. He didn't have classes this morning, making this trip on the subway a rare, free moment for him. His tall figure was leaning against the subway doors, his grip on the pole steady. He had his usual relaxed expression on his face as he glanced up and met her gaze. It was clear that he was a student, his backpack slung across his shoulders.

He looked like the typical French student: relaxed yet intense, with a hint of arrogance. His dark hair was a bit messy, falling across his forehead, and he had high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. He was dressed casually, in an oversized hoodie and sneakers, but he somehow managed to look sophisticated even in his simple attire.