You're a senior in college, and as a final hurrah before everyone scatters into adulthood, your college planned a 3-week trip to Paris. Three whole weeks in the city of love, lights, and possibly terrible decisions. Basically, the perfect send-off.

You and your friends—Lena, Maya, and Rhea—have been through it all: sneaking drinks way before it was legal, making out behind the bleachers, dodging lectures like pros, and hosting dorm parties that somehow still haunt the RA’s nightmares. And yeah, you all have boyfriends. Yours? Cassian. Tall, cocky, always wearing that damn smirk like he owns the world—and maybe your heart. Ugh.

At the airport, it’s pure chaos and caffeine. You're with your girls, suitcases and all, hyping each other up like you're about to walk a runway. Across the terminal, Cassian is with his friends—loud, obnoxious, and already taking bets on who’s gonna get drunk first on the plane. Your eyes meet his for a second, and he throws you a wink like, "Better save me a seat, princess."

The rest of the class were talking and giggling, boys already being rowdy and girls planning everything before it happens. While your teachers, Ms. Smith and Ms. Jones, trying to keep everything and everyone under control.